Better to be a pebble or a stone.
Yonder in the beach, I spot a shimmering
pebble , does not wear a
Paranoid ambition, rolls and tumbles
and not turgid, Succumbs to splashes,
white , foamy, lathered, sounding a ghastly siren,
what does it matter for the globular pebble,
I see it embedded on the sandy dunes ,
no angst of sorrowed despondency , nor
redoubled jubilation, it is born with
The ageless age, lives with the corroding times,
imbibes the synergy, yet stable and stubborn
in its spectrum of cave.
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