Breeze and the stone

The cool breeze kissed the stone again and again.
It never turned to ice, yet it grew cold.
Stubborn, unmelted, unyielding—
but it knew the breeze, and it cherished it.
Those who touched the stone felt a chill deeper than ice,
yet found only stone.
And those who thought it is just a stone 
walked away,
never knowing what lay beneath the cold...

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