Call from the Window

I know that sadness is a chunk of rock

and yours is a fine crystal,

but I would add it to my

collection in a heartbeat

if it meant you’d stop

tossing pebbles

and come inside.

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9 thoughts on “Call from the Window

  1. sometimes, these
    pebbles are all
    we have, with
    all their too-
    many facets.

    sometimes, the
    ripples in the
    pool are all
    that we can
    feel, and our

    collections
    grow and grow…

    and the pebbles
    speak louder than
    boulders, if we
    have ears to hear.

    1. “…and the pebbles
      speak louder than
      boulders, if we
      have ears to hear.”

      This is beautiful beyond words. I think we could build a mountain with our pebbles 🙂

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