Rhodonite

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