Color Me Azurite
In a world with billions,
Of colors bright and bold;
Color me azurite;
Malachite and lapis
Veined with golden pyrite;
Yes I am azurite.
I’m baked in the ground
Until I am found;
And I’m chipped away
From my mother’s womb;
Cut and set in gold.
Now color me
Expensive please;
These days I am
So very rare.
Over-mined,
Earth’s robbed blind;
So unfair.
Still a
Beauty;
I.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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