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The pebble had a strange glow
She watched it for a while
Why only she saw it she didn't know
But it did make her smile
It was her special pebble
Seemed it was for her alone
While her friends played with beads and bauble
She played with her little stone
She washed it very carefully
And offered it fresh flowers
She sweetly sang some melodies
She lovingly gazed at it for hours
It's a matter of how you view
And what you perceive
A stone is just a stone for few
Or God if you so believe
~x~
Written for Poetry Jam - Pebbles
Linking to: Poetry Pantry #226
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