Unchiseled stone

True monuments are unchiseled stone
Formless shapes that do not disappoint
Nor demand to be remembered
Nor insist upon devotion or praise

These stones mark the memory of yesterday
Steadfastly saying that we are but of a moment
While we, who hope for tomorrow,
Cling to the past…

These stones remind us, stone upon stone,
That great cities are not built that will not crumble
That time is an unmeasurable moment
And that memories are like the wind

We are but of yesterday
When it is gone and remains no more

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