Stones, Precious

My feet scarred from crossing

A cold crystal spring,

I wander into

An emerald forest

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Under turquoise sky

Coral berries and leaves

Glow red in the sun

Like the red prints my feet leave

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Hungry, gaunt agate wolves

Lick the black diamond soil

Behind me and howl

At moonstones in my eyes

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And my weak human heart

In the world made of stone

Begs that I turn and run

But I can’t, mesmerised

8 thoughts on “Stones, Precious

  1. You’re too kind, Carl! I’m afraid I can only afford plain pencils – not pearls or granite pens, unfortunately; that is, unless you’re willing to share that pirate treasure you’re looking for with me :).

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