stone cold

with emotion the fluffy water droplets pat gently at the obsidian red black granite gravestone planted in the earth where unpossessed bones do lay once upon a time animated this man could have had a visit and now still does by a drowsy sky as the grey weather pours it all out slowly over the course of the day so that the cold wet touch of the liquid is felt even below the entrenched coffin of where thoughts were once focused always too often on thine own heart yet here stands another person within the screeching black gates that moan like the wind does every time upon opening the things an eternal visit of wandering of another's feelings and visions shared like time moves slower as we enjoy our good memories together for humanity might seem like something ten thousand years old or more millennia but the pessimist would post the argument that we are only but thirty years old at best while the sceptic i guess would rather give us eighty

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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