pearls
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You told me I was your little pearl.
Glimmering and white,
Pure and loved,
A beauty to beat the rising sun.
I was naïve and innocent,
Strings of me are what girls want.
White, pure, and ound.
Though as I lay upon your neck,
I never utter a sound.
I come in many sizes,
Pulled away from the sea.
From an oyster shell to a jeweler,
SAD
IT Will BE
For A Father
TO Feel
For the
Death
OF
HIS Daughter
Who was HIS
“Precious Pearl”
IT would have
Been A very
There is a place that will retain you if you choose to visit; a thin mountain ridge traced by sparkling pearls which exude a slight hint of cinnamon.
All the years of winding
and tightening the
perfectionist urges, only
to increase the craving
for alteration. And finally
comes the vain obligation
to maintain
2 rows of 32 pearls.
I am a pearl,
because pearls
have been tossed
around but still
hold strong and
they don't let
anything bring
them down
even if it hurts
them they won't
even budge
