My agate exudes light
like a much needed elixir
a romanticized portal
to view my surroundings
when it all seems too dull
to bear. It sits on a shelf
where oddities grow
more important
over the years. Things
my children will pick up
and question
when I am no longer here, maybe
glance at the room
through the soft gloam
of an agate, and swear
my sighs
live inside.
~




i also don't like lines ending in it... feels added on.

lol By that I mean I think it works either way. lol I am so indecisive today



Ahhh, another rock collector.





I sigh a lot. My husband checks me sometimes when I sigh like he's taking my temperature, "You okay sweetie?" "Yeah" I say, "Just sighing."




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