The stone
It is it who is in between,
Chaos and war like nothing to be seen
Where does it face and take a stance?
What if he does and understand?
They come, roaring and in packs,
To destroy whatever lefts
The grass turns brown and eerie,
Non is left, maybe in search a query.
And in between still stands he
Looks over for what’s left of the heir
Left and right, no one right or left.
Sets up and walks like theft.
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@ivy lumi would you be so kind and let me know the following: Your favorite block number between 900 001 and 999 999?
You don't need to answer this, if you want to keep it a secret or other reasons.
thank you <3 🫂
the right the sea
the left the tree
me walking inbetween thee
for everyone to see
going past the slope of waves
sometimes crashing into one, oh my haze!
through care delight i navigate
sometimes other universes populate
and shore and sand do tough collide
I may walk past it, without light.
looking left and looking right
one's live past is just behind
in front is you the both sides of it.
you may choose, today, which one is it?
water and ground, they both exist,
walk gently, for you to exist.
the right the sea
the left the tree
me walking inbetween thee
for everyone to see
going past the slope of waves
sometimes crashing into one, oh my haze!
through care delight i navigate
sometimes other universes populate
and shore and sand do tough collide
I may walk past it, without light.
looking left and looking right
one's live past is just behind
in front is you the both sides of it.
you may choose, today, which one is it?
water and ground, they both exist,
walk gently, for you to exist.