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Picking Up Stones

Love turned to dust

Blown away like ashes in a nuclear winter

What would’ve happened to our little fairy tale romance

If we could have seen the cracks

Picking up stones

Kicking pine cones

Looking for ways home in the dark

Drink a cup of wine

And stay awhile

I’ll go upstairs and kiss the forehead of our beautiful child

If we knew then

What we know now

Like the lane sang to me

Would we be happy?

“I think we would”


Picking up stones
Kicking pine cones
Looking for ways home in the dark

©John de Gruyther 2013

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