Log Cabin Chronicles
Stone
DONALD RYBURN
Violet lilacs grow from the fissures Of stones where her tears had fallen On an amber night of abject silence On a night when the language of lies was refused Her tears relinquished the stones From their imprisonment of stillness Caused them to shake violently Crack open Their hearts bled violet in the moon's wind
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