I walk
I walk alone
I walk on empty
fields and barren lands
Only in search of
something
What do I want?
I find a hailstone
A smooth appearance
And a cooling
sensation
Is that what I want?
I find a diamond
Bright, shiny and
rare
But hard and sharp
edges
Is that what I want?
Hailstone
Minutes to form and
minutes to melt
Diamond
Centuries to form
and centuries to melt
What do I want?
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