I walk slowly and gently Upon eggshells of stone Feet torn and bleeding I limp onwards alone Others just stand there Smooth ground they tread They look and they laugh They can't understand Until they walk slowly On eggshells of stone
12/20/2004
Posted on 12/21/2004Copyright © 2026 Tota Longmire
I hate that feeling when it happens. I've written of this, but not with the stone aspect, brilliant.