PebbleA Poem by Pure HopeFirst steps of pebbles Tiptoes? No! mountains releasing avalanches. a series of wild rides, from river bed down to the mouth of the sea the path seems to be. pebble getting pretty smooth. Roll along with some stronger waves sporting a whole new look. pebbles gain in age: their unnecessary baggage removed, their beauty is revealed to be a true gem priceless to all. © 2013 Pure Hope |
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Added on January 23, 2013 Last Updated on January 23, 2013 |

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