The Brilliant by Clara olde Heuvel

The brilliant - by Clara olde Heuvel ©

You've truly loved me 
You've treasured me

I didn't recognise it 
I took it for granted 

You kept loving me 
You kept treasuring me 

Like a small brilliant in a box 
Carefully, You took me 

The brilliant wanted to shine 
Outside of the box 

It was not looking clearly though 
It’s view was blurry and faded 

The brilliant fell down 
Into the ground 

And was covered with mud, dust and sand 
Until after years it rose out of the mud 

And was found/discovered by someone 
who appreciated it dearly 

took care to clean it day in day out, shelter it and kept it close to his heart
pursued to let it shine again 


from then it shone forever more.



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