The marble

There in the dusty sand lay a pile of marbles.
They were all covered in dirt. All but one.
I didn’t reach for it, afraid that it might be soiled aswell.
Someday it’ll be reached for. It’s inevitable.
There you lie, turqouise blue. I’d guard you forever.

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