Colored by their origins
surrounding the mountain
as if they need a reason to live
stationary as if resting from a long journey
Discolored by the sun
sitting at the foot of the mountain
in their millions
Each one a secret reason lost in the desert
Each one shouting at each other
as the sun reflects off each one
The mountain as silent as it is loud
keeping the millions of pebbles in their place
The lack of water in the air
the dryness of the ground
What brave feet dare to walk over these pebbles
The crunching sound like tiny stones disgruntled
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