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Jun 14
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Zorro

People of stone

What would you do
if everyone
suddenly turned
to stone...

except 
for
you.

Just a bunch of
human shaped
rocks sitting
around.

Would you panic
or would you enjoy 
the still silent peace 
of it all?

No nagging siblings
no hurtful words
no pandemic to be caught –
life with ease.

You would see the world of
soft, quiet nature
surround
you.

You would see the walls 
that humans built crumble,
no use for them now
or ever.

You would see the world
as it would be
or maybe even should be
without a collapsing species.

You would see in your old age
the earth
healing
softly and powerfully.

Maybe someday
we could all just
turn to 
stone.
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Posted: 06.14.20
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  1. TreePupWriter
    Jun 15, 2020

    Wow, this is so deep, and your writing is beautiful. It really made me think and feel when I read it, thinking about what it really would be like if people turned to stone.

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  1. Zorro
    Jun 16, 2020

    Thanks so much for the feedback! I’m glad you were really able to feel what I was trying to express!

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