The Faces on the Stone

The faces on the stone absorbed in their tranquility.
Way above from everything that constantly changing,
sometimes hidden behind a corner and forgotten.
They seem in solitude, though the wind is their only friend.
 

(What I saw while walking around Yale campus)

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