HEART OF STONE
One day she wrote a poem
that ended, “Whose face did she
wish to see?”
She wrote that, and reading it
realized there was no face
that she longed to see. Her heart
had hardened into stone.
O she admired some folks
and pitied others, but the
bubbling warmth of the inner
fire had turned to stone and in
its place were traces of ashes.
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I long to see your face!! So I’m coming to see you on the 25th. I hope that’s okay with you!
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OK! I’ll respond via g-mail. Mom
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