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my feelings towards.... |
| There, sitting detached The gleam of pearl Veiled windows to the mind Glittering, inviting Many facets of ruby Flowing effortlessly Whose dappled banks Lack only imperfection What to value such: That within reach Save for a wall of paper Fragile beauty partially obscures The two in harmony, A vision indescribable Therein lies a choice To attempt to hold A jewel so precious Or wonder from afar Not disturbing the course The unfolding poetry in view The Answer? Lies only with He who rightfully owns |