In father's court, diamonds were given
Not only to one, distribution was even
Inconspicuous, always a desire
Exchange, commitment it does require
To hold on to diamonds,we long for
To see it reflect even at sunset
Who shall give me to make mine dazzle?
Who shall receive from me without hassle?
Forth and back,I look for answers
And mine I wouldn't barter
Losing it...what we all dread
who's diamond would reflect if we're all scared?
©sacrod
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