Worry Stone
My
worry
stone is a
piece of clear glass.
Serenity etched
into the face. I turn
the crystal and caress the
word with my finger tips. Cast a
glance - the word is difficult to see.
Lesson - serenity is felt not seen.
Copyright © Ann Roske | Year Posted 2012
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