Sweet Anger For the War Horse
Next time I will be stone.
I shall become the strongest wall of rock..
I will be born solid and hard.
This next time I will be tough to reach,
For I will had thickened in heart;
But like to those I never knew.
A time after this I will be silent
and set where I am built.
Copyright © Brooke Noble | Year Posted 2023
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