Gone are tight rings from timeworn hands
Faint vestiges of past life's bands
Quaint bracelets from my hair and wrists
Protecting fists
The jewels of another day
Can now no longer satisfy
My appetite
It's time to dropp those shackles bright
Erasing symbols of the fight
Cold armor of my striving run
The battle's done
Silver no longer satisfies
Though much esteemed and glorified
By those whose hands still hold the plow
Too heavy now
A treasure box of precious chains
Would only pull me down again
And steely pearls of hematite
Block radiant light
Rubies like blood of battlefields
Dry up when ancient wounds are healed
Blue sapphires pale as ages fly
Toward the sky
My sun-tanned hands are unadorned
And cotton garment loosely worn
Freed from the bonds that once held tight
I travel light.
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I adore this piece, Liilia, a lady who is a jewel does not need any adornments