Jewels become more for those
Who see within their souls;
A heart fused to silver skilled,
Diamond amidst the bangles.
True alchemy of the highest order
Around hands and necks so bare
Handled by the jem of jems
Nee, elemental rare.
Tag: rare
Primrose (day 1097)
I met a man of wit and prose
Who spoke to me of a rare primrose.
He said he loved the way it held
It’s neck above all fields wild.
I said I had only seen it in three perfect rows.