Your Free Poem: Flint

Flint

Those million patient raindrops
at last unearthed a broken flint
crafted with skill and care
by an ancient hunter's hands.
It hangs on my neck now, 
imperfect and magnificent. 
A reminder of things broken,
a reminder of eternity.





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