The rocks stored up sun
For so long, and so long;
In their rocky hearts
Since time’s begun.
Tumbled and polished;
So rare, so rare-
They could tell a tale
From when we weren't there.
I'm saving these rocks
Born before earth,
Pieces of mantle
That gave me birth.
There's sun in my bones,
And sun in my hair-
Rock crystals- and beauty-
From a sun, so fair
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I would like to translate this poem
Your fantastic mind is so at work here.... the beauty and your extreme depths just shine so bright in you art............you are a great one...... Jim Troy