by Poppy-Rose Banton
The once jagged rough pebble,
Now
smoothed with tiny white fractures,
That
tells its own unique tale,
Lies
gracefully on the bed of colour,
The
deep mahogany reds,
Soft
brown hues fused with pure whites,
Each
beautiful- yet different.
Look
closer,
Listen
to their songs of joy and woe,
Do
you view them as less for their imperfections?
Now,
look in the mirror.
What
is your tale?
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