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brilliant potential hidden away in in the reluctant... |
| (free verse poem) Stained glass shimmering with inner light, so many hues dancing upon the walls. You shut the doors and lock the windows, yet nothing conceals this pulsing panorama. Such a weather worn, abused exterior. Signs of neglect due to your frivolous nature, smudging over the opulent glow within. A splendid radiance of a rainbowin in a dirty jar, selfishly contained in a reluctant recluse. A raw gem in a sea of sparkling polished glass. Shame no one will gaze upon your rare gift, to dazzle the gloom of a gold plated existence. |