Water wears out the mountain
Time wears out the skin
You see yourself naked on shifting sand
A dream and a memory in each hand
The stone the builders rejected
Has become the head stone of the corner
You saw your fears hiding in your laughter
You sat there a while scanning the miles
Free child of beauty born of a caged reptile- Nausher

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