# Heart Of Stone

Author: Tunuko
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Heart Of Stone  
  
Walking through the gallery  
One can see utmost splendour  
In vintage expressing forms,  
Oiled canvas and pastille smiles  
And souls trapped in tombs of clay.  
Portraits of either gender's  
Bizarre naked human form,  
Some of which have travelled miles.  
  
Halls now empty, void of life.  
Leave me standing here alone  
And cold for the rest of time.  
If only I could feel pain,  
Empty halls would be my strife.  
But with a heart carved of stone  
Infinite nothing is mine,  
An advantage, nothing gained.  
  
Time worn crooked breaking frames  
Hold treasures of culture's past,  
Smiles that faded long ago  
Are seen within cold dead eyes  
On faces, some without names.  
How long can these treasures last?  
As your interest in them slows  
Your culture will slowly die.  
  
Now I sit gathering dust,  
Never feeling human love.  
Slightly broken, slightly frayed.  
I have sat for countless years.  
Taunted by oil canvas lust,  
And darkened windows above.  
Foolishly left and betrayed,  
Please come carve a single tear.  
  
- D.Ashford  
 

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