The Wishing Stone
By Blushfulmoon
A tiny piece of Connemara marble Is held in my hand I am surprised To see this heavenly marble With greenish hues Coming from wetness reflecting The big heavenly sky Where the cliffs are cathing Rays of sunlight Somewhere in Ireland calle Galway Where these people have chosen to live I understand more now of their small pleasures And i am pleased as i look around With the innocence eye's of a small child Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 05:10 AM PST, Susan Vessels 0 • 12
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"A tiny piece of Connemara marble..."