Long Awaited Comraderie

From a few small grains of sand

Toiled over mercilessly

Through pain and suffering

Long years awaiting

Deep beneath the changing sea

Whose temperance unpredictable

Moves in chaos

Until spheres of opal

Gleaming in the sun

Picked up and set

And were I to choose

From earrings or a string

I’d pick the string

That puts me

Next to you

Two pearls



About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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