In my hand,
a pebble
worn smooth
in flowing water,
warmed by sun
and a safe place
in my pocket,
harboring hope
softly rubbed
warmly wished
upon.
© The Raven’s Song, 2015
In my hand,
a pebble
worn smooth
in flowing water,
warmed by sun
and a safe place
in my pocket,
harboring hope
softly rubbed
warmly wished
upon.
© The Raven’s Song, 2015
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