A diamond is born when the rock is unearthed
A child is born when a mother gives birth
Unclear and jagged, it is what already is.
Handle delicately and finely crafted with ease.
Begins to take shape, not transformed on its own
But at the hands of someone who is its owner.
When it’s done, it shines for the world to see
Once, just a reason, now it is already real to glee.
It took the one that believed firmly in it, to capitate
To polish it and show it what is was all along in fate
As I believe in you, I know you’ve what is tough
One day, will shine brighter, a diamond in the rough.
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June 18, 2014
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: A Diamond in the rough by Gail Angel Doyle
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