pebbles
pebbles speak
of all their
histories
gone by
through the waves
of life
that need a voice
unheard
© r.e.l. 2/5/12
image by simeon schatz photography
Posted for Poetry Picnic 2/5-2/12/12 on Gooseberry Garden
pebbles speak
of all their
histories
gone by
through the waves
of life
that need a voice
unheard
© r.e.l. 2/5/12
image by simeon schatz photography
Posted for Poetry Picnic 2/5-2/12/12 on Gooseberry Garden
This entry was posted on February 5, 2012 by robin. It was filed under poetry and was tagged with change, innuendo, ocean, pebbles, reflection, time, waves.



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I realy liked this one, thank you!
February 5, 2012 at 9:17 pm
you’re welcome.. me too, when i was there staring into the pebbles. they had a story.
February 5, 2012 at 9:18 pm