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a collection of stones sing our stories |
"Singing Stones" A leather pouch of singing stones a gift from me to you Each stone a ballad musical memories of our times together Poetic journeys captured in storytelling tunes browsing byways and highways Anecdotes recollecting two trekking heartbeats drumming through forests and over mountains Intimate reflections; mirrored souls dancing on shiny lakes and rolling rivers These stones collected into a leather pouch as a gift to you from me line count 12 |