Staring at the stones
On the beach,
Each an individual
With its own shape,
Its own story,
Its own song.
I reach down,
Pick one,
And wonder how many pebbles,
Like people,
Will forever go unnoticed.
By Amanda Law
Staring at the stones
On the beach,
Each an individual
With its own shape,
Its own story,
Its own song.
I reach down,
Pick one,
And wonder how many pebbles,
Like people,
Will forever go unnoticed.
By Amanda Law