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"A String Of Pearls" Copyright © Jingyu Z., Age 15
Everyday when the light is low,
And the sun from horison is dropping slow,
I take a walk where waves rush still,
And echoes talk of lonely hills.
With each firm step that i will take,
I'll look and search until day break,
At every wave which inward twirls,
I might complete my string of pearls.
A string of pearls that might not seem,
To be the product of your dream.
But ill feel glad to call it mine,
A string of gems that have passed the time.
Each stone that you can see with me,
Hold a certain memory,
A metaphor of the days gone by,
Which I have spent under moonlit sky.
There are white smooth orbs that tell of good,
When days were passed under angel's hood,
But look on closer and some might hold,
Jagged lines of hurts untold.
On some days when unusuals heard,
A black pearl found might prove the word.
When you see pink or cream up there,
Youll know that days were without a care.
On that necklace of my precious find,
You'll some a pearls to haunt your mind.
And then youll notice the most strangest part,
A few thats cut for my broken heart.
On rings of gold and and your necklace bright,
You may be proud of your pearls in light.
Though mine is not so close in worth,
It holds my life, my path from birth.
And in the night, when light is low.
And sun from horison is dropping slow,
A shilouette will walk there still
Where echoes talk of lonely hills.
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