Carvings Poem by Banksoya Sauce
Carvings
Thin carvings sit on a rock
Bending and swirling with time
The rain has trickled down within
Wrote over what was once mine
As the dirt on my shoulders will mass
And my life could grow so unimportant
Yet after the years and years pass
It would link to no credential
Only thin cravings remain
Sitting nicely on the sides of a rock
And whoever passed could pray
That they'd be remembered a more-lot
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