In umbrage I have found my place
and feel no need to grieve,
your breezes warm my stoic face
an unforseen reprieve;
enjoy what fleeting sun remains
you’ve flourished while it shone,
there is no gilt within my veins
for I am just a stone.
Are You Reading Me?
With a perception like that you are not 'just a stone' my friend....You are a gem!
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