Wednesday, 25 May 2011

A poem

This is a picture I took when I was on holiday a couple of years ago, I like pebbles, the feel and the sensation and weight in my hand.:

Pebble in my hand
Worn smooth by the waves
Rough edges knocked off by other stones
Washed up on the shore

In your hand
Worn smooth by life
Rough edges knocked off by others
Washed up on my knees

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