Stone
I've tumbled down the hill again, I didn't see the stone, I walked so joyful head held high, but earth sought me to own
My hands remembered touching air, the soil kept me planted there, I wish I could be worst for wear, but buried is the hope unsewn
#unfinished #downagain #poetry #buried
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