Monday, September 19, 2016

What Do I Want?

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?

Minutes to form and minutes to melt
Centuries to form and centuries to melt
What do I want?

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