I'M On My Stone Poem by Katerina Richmond

I'M On My Stone



I'm on a stone in the center of a pond.
Ripples come. Ripples go.
Some days fast, others slow.
I have no where to go.
If I move I will get wet. In thus I will feel cold.
So the center is most calm.
If I move, the ripples stir. And everything is hectic.
So when I move I mess it up and freeze until I cry.
So I sit. In this stone. Till the day I die.

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