Jewel discardedA Poem by SorenI did not perceive the beauty of nature all around I didn’t raise my eyes to see more than where I was bound What I thought trash now has splendor cold sting of the floor, at the break of dawn A cobweb’s clinging surrender A rusty nail who’s shine is gone Each poem contains a heartbeat the poet's blood it bleeds old waste now honey excretes in deeply planted seeds Far underground they make a sound Each critic's stab a discarded scab shed on the ground becomes a jewel found the reader to grab
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