I put forth words
As though they are precious stones
When in reality
They are either –
Pebbles I picked up on the sea shore
Or rocks to tie on before I jump into the river
(Metaphorically speaking
I am not at risk of harm)
I put forth words
As though they are precious stones
When in reality
They are either –
Pebbles I picked up on the sea shore
Or rocks to tie on before I jump into the river
(Metaphorically speaking
I am not at risk of harm)
Those pebbles from the seashore have stories to tell.
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Depends on who’s listening, Braden. One needs a special ear for these things. Thank you π
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“Pebbles I picked up on the sea shore”… reminded me of Penns poem on ripples π€
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That’s a beautiful poem. Really Good imagery.
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and worlds of meaning tooπ
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Always. Subjective truths in every line.
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