Stones and Stories

In my heart
I keep a stone
A sacred keepsake
From when I was young
 
Words it speaks
And stories it tells
Resonant to the ear
Like echoes from shells
 
When the sky gets dark
It gleams and glows
And it will radiate heat
In the piercing cold
 
Formed in childhood
From innocent days
But in adulthood
We put it away



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