Heart and Stone

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

We enlarge

Cut, file, polish

Place colour or hold it

Within ourselves

Our own marvellous mechanism

The dark jewel of our hearts

Is what wears, bears and buys

All the ones warmed by the touch.

Something of a jeweller’s collection forming, as I have come to study and set a particular time of my life. I hope you enjoy it.

All the best,

J.W.H. Hobbs.

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