when a stone makes me sink deep in water


there were no reasons that I would be at home
here more than the stones
I am not forever, while the stones are



Poetry by guy-ann from GUYANA
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Written on 2025-08-23 at 05:56

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem made me ponder what you proposition. Which led me to respectfully contradict because surely everything must be mutable since it once was dust from the stars, and in any case was and can be molten again and amalgamated with other things. I agree with you about the sense of home, though: Everything has a right to call a place home.I love the title you chose for this too. Blessings, Allen
2025-08-23