Poems ✍️
  20.10.2025
  14

Author: Hilaire Belloc

The Statue

When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will pass
And find a stone half-hidden in tall grass
And grey with age: but having seen that stone
(Which was your image), ride more slowly on.


  love Death memory loss

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