A poem is like a diamond,
Its true beauty lies in hard work,
But when the work is done, it shines,
Like a beacon of heaven, reigning upon
The darkness of our sins like an angelic psalm.
A poem is like a diamond, it’s elegant and exquisite
Yet its true power can completely change your
Focus. How is it that something so small
Can show such affluence and how is it
That something so small is worth
Such a high price? Though
Small trinkets of this
Have these very trinkets deceived us, blindfolded us into greedy despair.
A single diamond is reasonable, but we must be mindful of what too many can do to us.
I am a high school student that attends college courses at Aims. Pretty much it.