Taste the stone
You are holding
In your hand.
It smells of rains,
Like the waterfall
Gushing down your throat.
It smell of winter wind,
When you throw it
High into the crystal sky.
It smells of blood
Which its sharp edges
Cut into your tender skin.
It tastes of salt
Like the balms
Cradling it.
© jsmorgane
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Beautiful
thank you
your descriptions cut to the bone
as i too am enchanted by stone!
thanks, good to see people share my interests!