grey clouds hang heavy
angry, threatening
bent over, i inch slowly
along the pebbled beach
crushed by their burden
angry, threatening
bent over, i inch slowly
along the pebbled beach
crushed by their burden
seeking, seeking for
what i have misplaced
wisdom that guided
filled me with purpose
passion, great joy
magic
muse
motivation
miracles
momentum
an unusual texture
a multi-layered hue
my hand reaches out
fingers gently touch
lifting the pebble, turning
smooth, round
flat, thin
solid, veined
clean, moss-covered
petite, bloated
dull, shiny
a sign escapes
no treasures hidden here
on to the next, and the next
will i ever find them
directionless I wander
inching ever forward
pebble after pebble
seeking desperately
on a cold beach
under dark grey skies
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