My Stone

May 11, 2009
By Anonymous

Beside me is a stone,
A stone that tells my future,
With its color and magnificence,
I can’t stand to resist,
I look at it all day,
But don’t see anything,
I pick it up and play with it,
Though it is not responding to me,

I lay the stone down,
The most beautiful of stones,
And go walking again,
To find what I could see

I found a stone lying on the ground,
So boring and black,
I pick it up to see what I could see,
And found that it was singing to me,
It’s beauty and charm was not like other stones,
It was different,
Its beauty was in the inside,
Not out,

And I liked it,
It was mine

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