I found you, alone, over looked, ignored.
I could see the potential, the beauty,
A diamond in the rough,
Your face was streaked with dirt and marred.
‘Twas clear this would not be easy.
Smiling, I cleaned you best I could,
Analyzed your every side,
Took you home with me,
Work began, as I knew it would,
After many long hours, I sighed.
Bright and shining, my smile will not fade,
For the blue and green prize of my work, Jade!
- Author: Marzipan (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 15th, 2023 11:42
- Comment from author about the poem: I found it, it's mine, and so pretty too...
- Category: Unclassified
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