The tiny pebble swam along the path of the river,
Floating above the bed of colossal rocks,
Unsure of where the path might end.
The girl silently watched,
She felt like the pebble,
Not knowing where the river of life was taking her,
The only thing she was sure of was
Someday,
She would find another pebble.
As unspectacular as she,
To share the path with her.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
The tiny pebble swam along the path of the river,
Floating above the bed of colossal rocks,
Unsure of where the path might end.
The girl silently watched,
She felt like the pebble,
Not knowing where the river of life was taking her,
The only thing she was sure of was
Someday,
She would find another pebble.
As unspectacular as she,
To share the path with her.
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