"As does a proud father"
Y. Misdaq

Sprinkle dust over fertile lands.
Make it mahogany, bring out the Kansas,
Bring out the farm in the hills of Lebanon.
Make it a home for a wife and canvas.

The life of a moving statue,
   Forever there's a pebble and it's lodged in your shoe.
Keeping you alert. Awake for life.
Body moves, and you know that it's you.

The life of a moving statue,
    All the while you are pieces, sleeping.

         Stoned from the birth,

You are owned and priceless.

When you were made in the earth.

You were made from the earth.

By Y. Misdaq
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