Diamonds

Under thousands of tonnes of pressure,

a diamond is made from coal,

such are the pressures on our heart's, mind's and soul's,

deep within all of us something beautiful awaits,

to shine like the diamond all that pressure creates.

                                                                                            By Edward Hornery 28/9/2015

This poem is about: 
Our world

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