Garnet
Crimson garnet; stone of blood;
it purifies, some say.
Perhaps it loves us way too much;
never taking time to play.
Stone of crimson life, it is;
the water’s wondrous friend.
It truly does know its biz;
also the Aquarians friend.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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