trembling temple

There is a temple 

in its middle

there is a small golden stone. One that smells like peonies in the summer.

One that knows how to give away the colours of the Sun.

One with shades that are recognizable wherever she is willing to go. 

the temple trembles. 

It knows the colours and the shapes of each of its stones, black or coloured, still it never encountered this kind of stone.

A stone that brings the sun in its entrance. A stone that makes the temple want to grow 2-3 feet taller. 

A small golden stone that reflects the sun inside his walls.