I'd Found
I'd found,
I found a crystal
Oh it's a diamond
So beautiful it is
But why cold, and slippery
No an ice crystal
So fragile and fleeting
Thought I'd found a crystal
A diamond it is not,
Melting away...
Through my warm hands
Their warmth it never embraced
Not broken just gone
Still,
My crystal,
My friend.
Copyright © MIZERO Clement Fabrice | Year Posted 2026
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