By Pavel Chichikov
No stone shall move
(How can this be?)
Till world's end comes
But who moves me?
All stay in place
Although they stretch
They do not move
But only reach
One foot stays
The other slides
Within the limits
Of my pride
But all shall rise
In air they run
World's end comes
For everyone
All shall rise
And leave the tether
Until they move
No more forever
Keep their places
That can move
Within the circuit
Of His love
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