Author Caroline Giltinan The edges of the stones are sharpBut I shall travel farFor I must seek and seek and seekWherever such stones are.I am building me a secret placeWith stones that cut my hands;But I must build and build and buildUntil a temple stands. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments