Tiny of a shimmer
When light is shined upon
Never seen as one
Just as a whole
Conformity is normality
The cost to fix
To find the chosen
Special from a mix
If lost among the dust and dirt
It will remain forgotten
Until too many have been lost
Many lost among the floor
Of dances galore
In the past
This one will not be the last
There are many to come
But just as many to go
Tiny and silver are some
Many high, with some going low
In the day
Or in the night
Either way
Still a beautiful sight
Looked upon with delight
Details shown beyond comparing
Ready to live out a late night
To live through times worth sharing
Dawns with Trust
Evenings spent in the Dust
Nights of Lust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem