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Pearl
In the oyster’s mouth, a mystery unravels,
beneath a veil of salt and shadow.
A grain of sand, sharp and small,
begins a radiant transformation.
Layer by layer, nacre awakens,
turning pain into something esteemed.
Time, patient sculptor,
etches eternity into the pearl,
It is the alchemy of suffering,
A subtle healing of scars,
Held in the palm of dawn,
it gleams with a silent hymn.
A testament to survival,
to beauty born from sorrow.
This pearl wears its history,
A symbol of resilience in tenderness,
Within every storm,
lies the seed of radiance.
Copyright ©
Sean Kibble
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