Broken Stones Poem by Patti Masterman

Broken Stones



There's broken stones
in the beings granite;
We've burst through time
past imagined clocks

But the stony hours
won't make one difference,
When the soul of man
begins to talk.

Saturday, March 24, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: clocks
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