Rhodonite – A Poem
RhodoniteIn the dark depths of stone, where mountains keep theirunfinished thoughts, a vein of rose appears—not the pink of petals, not the blush of dawn, but a deeper colour, as though the earth remembered every wound and chose to bloom around it.Black rivers thread through it, silent as old lightning frozen mid-journey. They do not spoil the brightness; they give it a map.I hold … Read full article