River Stones
Dear friend,
We’re like river stones—
smoothed by the passing of time,
beautifully worn.
The waters of time makes us shimmer
in the sunlight.
Mysterious,
like stars in the night.
Mountains
rolling
to the sea.
Till tomorrow
Love,
Mikey
Dear friend,
We’re like river stones—
smoothed by the passing of time,
beautifully worn.
The waters of time makes us shimmer
in the sunlight.
Mysterious,
like stars in the night.
Mountains
rolling
to the sea.
Till tomorrow
Love,
Mikey
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