This IS NOT A Stone (#78)

Poem by Galsan Tschinag

To My Mountains

Every stone has
Its own place
On your body

What to do
If one day I
In the creases
Of the hills
No longer find a place

Will likely be
dissolved in wind
And surcry you
With the hungry wolves
And the old grasses
Of a Summer

Number 78 in the continuous series "This IS NOT A Stone"

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'This IS NOT A Stone #77'

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'Everything In One Stone'

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