Stones on stones
Piling loosely together,
Most the same,
Numbers, name,
Many are worn by weather;
Stones pulled up,
Stones piled up,
The past blocking the progress,
Rocks leaving,
None grieving,
Families gone to darkness,
People stones,
Disturbed when they’re left alone.



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