Stones too have hearts, they speak
Talk, feel and when carved they bleed
They are treasure troves, books and tomes
They are palaces, pyramids, graves and domes
They are Ozymandias, Abou el Hol(Sphinx) , dieties
In them Time's frozen, they're history,
They're erudite, scholars and visionaries
Man not only lives in flesh, he breathes in alabaster
In marble, in onyx, in travertine too, alive in sculptor
Stones inhale and exhale, are projective, receptive
Healing, soothing, kindle love, dreams and visions
Arn't they strong, outgoing and forceful?
Or calm, inward and peaceful?
Being lifeless induce fertility, growth
Neither taste Life nor Death, yet grace both
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