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Perspective

Pebbles of sadness
Play in the streets;
Rocks of grim circumstance
Bred them in grief.
Fire and
Pressure of God's sweet
Decree is the
Crucible making them
Gems.
Small, perfect
Diamonds are born through
Pain;
Pearls rise from crushing-dark
Depths;
Rubies remember calamity's
Breath;
Jewels all prove
Spirit's dread
Grace.

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Written October 15th, 2005

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  • Carpe Noctem
    October 15, 2005
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    amazing

    This was a beautiful poem. The wording, flow and dewcription were great. My favorite part was-
    Small, perfect
    Diamonds are born through
    Pain;
    Pearls rise from crushing-dark
    Depths;-
    AMAZING! Keep up the excellent work.


  • BleedingKittii
    October 15, 2005
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    This was a very touching and beautiful write. I enjoyed the images and the choice of images you used to imploy your message. Great job.
    Love, Kittii

  • Blackfire88
    October 15, 2005
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    This poem holds a great message within it...how the hard times are what make us into something beautiful...the message is sure to touch any reader...once again, i applaud you
    ~Blackfire