Virgin sand.
Moist, and exposing it's secrets
To incessant sea.
In my hand
Polished and warmly round, a smooth
Pebble comforts me.
Coastal land
Offers rewards such as this small
Fondling stone, freely.
Granite band
Girdling the middle means love will
Soon come and find me.
None so grand
As fondling stone, Cornish custom
Soothing, you'll agree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
super duper to read. bravo!