Desert Story
Stones inadvertently resemble pain
sharp when raw
freshly torn from rock.
Witnesses of time, they fill with voices
the ridges round off,
become children's cheeks.
Afterwards
they shrink,
stone egg cells
in an eternity of ideas.
Copyright © Camelia Radu | Year Posted 2012
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