Something is lost, a precious thing is lost,
and now I have a memory of the shining.
A precious thing is lost and glitters far;
gold will gleam, but only with refining.
Uncut diamonds rarely shine,
yet you now shine to me;
and though I have not discovered you,
you shine in memory.
5 comments:
wonderful flow of words here - I like it!
I like it too!
So close to making prose-like sense, then ...nothing. Don't like it.
Good use of words, unlike last comment I like it very much.
Poetry is a personal thing what don't appeal to others appeal to many more. Thanks for sharing.
Yvonne.
awesome poem
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