Stones

mind stones

Traveling through a portal, exploring,
Some stones caught my eye.
I put them in my pocket.

Returning, sitting at my altar,
The stones were there before me.

I’ve shown them to people and taken them to rock shops,
No one is able to identify them.

How they got out of my pocket I’ll never know.

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