Life is a constant precarious balance
Solidity against the breeze of time,
And death a constant reminder
Of denial and acceptance.
One misstep away from a plummet
We fall from grace or fall in love.
We are poised for the end, but if
We endure and remain stable, we will leave behind
A pair of hands, or perhaps a multitude of hearts
Who remember when they discover stones of interest
To pile up rock solid moments, enshrine memories,
Encircle themselves in love for the entirety of their life.
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