Parallax
Astonished seeing wisdom in one so young,
we hastened to correct parallax of sight,
for did not this soul slowly climb rung by rung,
the ladder of wisdom, now at zenith height?
Our fault line is that we look at outer form,
whilst the soul within has faced many a storm,
life after life, reborn again and again,
revealing a gem that is now free from stain.
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