Seven stones

Seven stones-worth of unexpected loneliness.
An eternity in the making,
a lifetime in the breaking.
Diamond tears shed in prescient nagging
as my mending journeys proved fruitless as a ring sparkleless,
purchased with a labouring legacy vain;
so unlike that furnishing a roof for nurture
and the future’s true eternal – a lifetime.

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