Intense thoughts, like active beings, come and go. Haunt us then flee, leaving ajar the door

A Pearl and a Rock

I know this fine young man
A king in his heart
Dreams of reaching the stars
As he sits in the makeshift mud hut

I know this pretty young girl
A world apart
Her life all planned out
Right from the start

The pebble dreams of being a rock
The pearl, of being loved and adored
Two fitting pieces of a puzzle
Yet to interlock
The story’s still in the making
of the Pearl and the Rock

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