The world passed by this one road,
Where all things sailed.
Amidst the rocks of all kinds,
Two distinct pebbles prevailed.
Brought together by wind
East-West, their stories untold
These two pebbles of distinct land
Now stood by the road.
They were different, yet akin
Unmarked by time or tread
Two pebbles by the road,
Where silent stones are shed.
Take another just as alike,
And you wouldn't find a match.
Two pebbles by the road,
Could be one, if they attach.
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 1:59 PM UTC
The world passed by this one road,
Where all things sailed.
Amidst the rocks of all kinds,
Two distinct pebbles prevailed.
Brought together by wind
East-West, their stories untold
These two pebbles of distinct land
Now stood by the road.
They were different, yet akin
Unmarked by time or tread
Two pebbles by the road,
Where silent stones are shed.
Take another just as alike,
And you wouldn't find a match.
Two pebbles by the road,
Could be one, if they attach.
So put them together under one hue
Then they will seem;
Too good to come true.