Moldavite a powerful friend
You can feel thing tingle in your hand, if you hold it
Moldavite A powerful Stone
Born of fire, cast from stars,
a relic of impact, ancient and wild.
From cosmic chaos, green embers fell,
etched with secrets, pulsing with power.
It hums beneath the skin,
whispering fate through fractured stone.
A bridge between worlds, a restless guide,
calling the lost, stirring the bold.
Hands that touch it burn and wake,
dreams unravel, strong hearts break.
Time distorts in shifting light,
a curse, a gift, both wrong and right.
Mystical moldavite, fierce and bright,
a spark of the unknown, veiled in night.
Dare you hold what cannot be tamed,
or be consumed with in it’s flame 🔥
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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