You’re a Philosopher’s Stone
A poem for everyone fighting a silent battle
Published in
Nov 8, 2020
You’re a Philosopher’s stone,
for how you transfer that aura to a soul to its bone.
You’re a Philosopher’s stone,
the stamina with which you gripped that upheaval.
How few! How incredulous!
Between the woods and empty roads,
The obscure morning of the year.
You passed the only gleam you had in a bundle,
That light you received from the end of the tunnel.
You’re a Philosopher’s stone.
For shining bright aside all alone.
You’re a Philosopher’s stone,
the stamina with which you gripped that upheaval.
How few! How incredulous!
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