It’s not hail

The hail is not black!

They are not pearls

They are not that colour either

They are not precious jewels

So what pebbles will they be?

They are cold and hard

Black as coal.

Is it basalt?

It’s the shrapnel from the heart

The poor little broke

When it was abandoned

Weather is inclement!

It became frail without lush

Convinced that love

It was his lifetime tenant!

© Maria Dulce Leitao Reis