She's strolling around the desert.
She's got no compass.
Or even a map.
All she sees is a sea of sand.
She's watching the sunset.
Oh how she's always marveled at it.
How she wishes to be just like it.
For almost everyone appreciates it.
She's gazing at the stars above.
She's always wondered when they'd shine down.
Oh how she wishes to be a star.
Unreachable, but everyone adores.
She's just a stone on the shore.
Lying along with many more.
Waiting for someone to pick her,
to carry and treasure her forevermore.
A Lonely Stone
9/16/14
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