Is It Poetry
Hiding, My Stones - Poem by Is It Poetry
I am apart from the rest.
you I shuffle two hide.
Alone you are each my step.
You have come bending down,
coming each one to know.
I have slowed down to watch,
all whom are they that walk by.
And the wet smooth stones,
you do love, to out reach for.
I look for a new place to lie.
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