General Writing Poetry

The life. The poet. The reflection. The diamond.

The life. The poet. The reflection. The diamond.

The facets of a deepening blue diamond shine with honor and dignity. It leaves no trace of evidence on the splendid surface.

Like a snow crystal ball, it reflects one color to the cornea.
Like a two-face mirror, it presents the duplication of the other side.

The beauty shadows the rotten past. It deteriorates with time. It tangles with the perception in a room of the pre-judgemental mindset.

The uniqueness would fade in one’s memory, far outreaching to the expanded galaxy. When the door of entanglement is twisted open, the inner core of the diamond shall be seen again under the gild of light.

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