Max D. Hornbogen
The Stone - Poem by Max D. Hornbogen
Here I sit, just being on the cold sandy beach at night. I am only a stone that only sees nothing, but only the clear lake ahead of me. Which night seems so calm, but still there is only a slight breeze that is only moving the sand around. Well I am only a stone that knows nothing, but only hearing the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore. And now everything still feels the same as it was before. But here I am only a humble stone that only knows nothing, but what can I do? Only knowing that I am alone on this sandy beach. Every night I lay here sleeping the day away and thinking about nothing, but only laying here on this sandy beach.
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