Naked as before...
Illuminating a freedom of choice
by the agency of free will
wrapping around like vine grows.
It glitters from sunlight
inviting inner desire to wear.
It throbs as first delight of heart
graining an edge to endure.
The hole needs watery plasm
to keep it deep and bound!
When raising it skyline,
an eye turned to night,
but when you wear it through,
it sparkles like rain passing by
through a screen of snow.
Unique as before few can find
is nothing but painful delight...
forever is a promicuous promise.
A poet asked, what beauty has
this ring in the eyes of a jeweller?
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