PEBBLES

Pebbles belong to no one

Until you pick them up

Then they are yours

But which, of all the world’s

Mountains of little broken stones

Will you choose to keep ?

The smooth black, the white,

The rough grey with sparks

Shining in its cracks ?

Somewhere the best pebble must

Lie hidden, meant for you

If you can find it

(Written by Valerie Worth)

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