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Melting BirthstonesMelting birthstones
Into one of a kind of treasure, Somewhat mortal, Just enough for the years to measure… Not a word could describe… Here you are - in a body of a man. She’s a mirror, And I see, through the years, she faded. Many eyes dove into her, Although some evaded… So unlikely to meet, But they must – for these trails have crossed before. Every star spoke before me, As I gave permission. They realigned, Perfect timing! For the right position… Here come the spirits of August and May, Matching the gems, Counting the days… Melting birthstones Into one of a kind of treasure, Somewhat mortal, Just enough for the years to measure… So imperfect and lost, Just as planned – simple beauty for the ground. Never let thyself confound – Human nature is unbound, Everlasting as it sounds, Truth Is decaying in your doubts… |
