Pillar
My pillar a dying log,
had stood firm through tireless tides.
My pillar a shrunken log,
her skin depicts all her life journeys.
My pillar shall break soon,
She promised not to break so soon.
With grace i had polish her frail skin,
Fed her all chance had granted me.
Her ground cracks and shall stable her no more,
If thee perish,curse the soil and its greedy mammoths.
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