Mortar and Stone
Each way I turn, there’s mortar and stone
My chisel, nowhere to be found
I’ve followed the path, the wind has blown
Each way I turn, there’s mortar and stone
I beg the breeze to leave me alone
The storm, it won’t calm down
Each way I turn, there’s mortar and stone
My chisel, nowhere to be found
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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