I saw it drop on my glass, The stone you casted against time to sit on my face. I saw it toiling with my glass. When it came, it droped dead at my feet and eroded into a shameless sand. I had a sweet chemistry at that time glittering in my soul and today you are in the wind sharing flowers with the earth. I feel perturb at this point.
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When it came, it droped dead at my feet and eroded into a shameless sand........... you gave the title of this poem evil... crashed stone on the glass. images and symbols dear poet. thank u for your power of imagination. tony