Angel M. Castro

(Bay Terrace, New York, USA)

The Stone

Upon a journey long ago I came across a stone. So beautiful and smooth it was I decided to take it home. I opened up myself to it and hoped the stone would live. Instead of the life I hoped to give, I saw it drain from me. Now surely could not I but see the dangers that laid ahead?
Oh no not me with head so strong I'd find some comfort instead. So I stood back and slowly watched the stone began to crumble. But to my surprise instead I heard the earth it rumbled.
As if to say go away, leave b

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