“Stone, Gem, Rock” (My third set of three related haikus a.k.a. “tri-ku”)

Humming through darkness,
palm thumps stone. Fingers encage.
Water falls, stone glows.

“There it is, your gem.
“You’ve barely scratched the surface.
“All this time, still pure.”

Nodding donkeys pump
black gold from blue and green rock
awash in starlight.

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