Rocks

My heart has gone cold
by the rain washed window
Days on end
you look grey
and unsympathetic

I long to feel
your weathered face
lines and crevasses
caress my hands

You store warmth
from the sun
and pulsate life
into my palms
to rescue my
detached heart

Photo by Cassa Bassa at
Dee Why beach, NSW, Australia

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