pebbles shine in the clarity of still water
sorting out one by one imperfections
gleaming against the heavy surface
the rock will sink while the pebble
skips as the temple will remember
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2 comments:
A beautiful parable. I like this one a lot.
Black sand just seems like magic to me. I'm glad you like it :)
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