The river flowed on
Lying on the river bed
The stones surrendered
Bit by bit.
The years moved on
Where Time’s reins led
And the stones marvelled
And their grit.
Posted by dreamingthruthetwilight on August 16, 2013 in Nature, Poetry, Reflections
Tags: grit, life, patience, pebbles, running water over stones
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