I always saw light through the marbles
rolling on a dusty ground.
Destination a round hole
A tiny palm directed them to
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'We all are marbles In his hand Alluvial treasures Buried in sand He doesn’t dropp But picks up all Marbles of all sizes Big and small….' Wonderful poem. Love the above lines most.10+++
This is An Ode to Marbles. You have made what I considered to be a simple marble into something so worthwhile and beautiful. The last stanza is wonderful. 10 love Karin