The pebble is smooth

The pebble is smooth
Weight in my hand
Worn by the waves
That rocked it
Gently to shore
Holding this pressured
Piece of earth
I am overwhelmed by its beauty
Complete, rounded, solid
Some of the stones break
Beneath my feet,
Fragile slate and dried mud
But you, dear pebble,
Remain outwardly unchanged,
If I have left a mark
It is one I will never see
I have thought of those unknown marks
Finger prints and butterfly wings
Tiny ripples in the ocean
A mark left in ignorance
Is still a mark
Your strength holds me still,
Your simplicity wears and shapes me


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