Stone hearts whisper of strength untold, A quiet warmth in their touch so cold. Rough in their beauty, worn by the years, Still they endure through storms and tears.
Imperfect shapes, yet steadfast they stay, Holding the light when skies turn gray. It takes the rarest force to break them through, And in their stillness, I find something true.
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