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About This Poem
what a waste
a most rare diamond
in a crevice of the deepest cave
its radiance hidden from the world
the human eye deprived of its luster
a waste
what a waste
the magenta bloom of a rose
behind the winding thorny vines
of the thickened forest
its aroma diminished
before it can be breathed in
a waste
what a waste
a vibrant beauty longing for love
to be treasured but ignored
willing to promise her very being
to an indifferent man
full of his own interests
full of himself
a waste
what a waste
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