Strung on a thread,
Balanced on royal necks.
I can be shaped from the grain of sand,
Course and unrefined,
Into something of note.
Something of value.
You can be the precious stones,
The jagged edges cut,
Reflecting the inner light.
You can be seen,
Bright and beautiful and beaming,
Beheld by those appreciative.
Appreciative of beauty and brilliance and wonder.
--P.A.
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