Stone The Trust

Flinched moments have replayed,

The sharp sounds did regain.

Lost were the piler and the pile,

When the strength became blurry

And faster was it senile.

It didn't have the loop of hope,

Brisked the wound’s slope.

The burden in benefit's shape,

Banned from superiority cape.

He was certainly wrong,

Placed the stone, distant, too long.

Left the crumbs always forlorn,

Should have seemed, when it was alone.

The bond of stone and sand could be rare,

The patch under avoided thousands of sun glare.

Damp and soft it remained,

Intact, beneath delicates lain.

Hides the fragile solid above,

Unbreakable to which all bow.

Rode away the purpose,

Essence left like a ghost.

Disappeared once the stone,

All were exposed.

Woven said things and affection,

Then were covered lone.