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Once upon a midnight stroll,
I chanced upon a treasured gift.
Through the dimonds falling from above,
I found my perfect gift.
A plain as a pebble can be,
No longer to be fooled,
For dimonds they may be,
they wear a guise like a tree wears leaves.
You hide alone,
Hoping for the day,
For someone to come,
And take you away.
A heart so pure,
Such kind intenions.
Though my pebble may be,
plain and simple,
what a lovely gem I have found,
in this dimond sea.
 Raiinbow Wonderland · Wed Dec 24, 2008 @ 07:57am · 0 Comments |
