I wonder if, a little stone,
could prevent itself from sinking,
into the dark black water.
If it could fight against heavy gravity,
if it could fight against the cold biting torrent.
If a hand, could just reach down,
and scoop it out
(oh so swiftly but gently),
and hold it with the utmost care.
If pink lips, soft and moist,
could just, kiss it.