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Jul 20
We always look out before in,
comparing pineapples to apricots,
and praying the grass gets greener.

We hold our demeanour to others
and adapt to the vast hoards of
endless perfection and empire.

We tire ourselves for a taste
of the so called 'high life' of gods,
knowing we may never collide.

But the reality is what lay inside
has the power to fuel a million stars.
Something better than fine art.

To tame this unrivalled force takes
time, skill, desire and pain but it's
bounty is prosperous and rare.

So before seeking a golden glare,
be sure to ask your heart and soul
what jewels your humble being holds.
Amber Waddy
Written by
Amber Waddy  Colchester, England
(Colchester, England)   
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