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In a version of this world built in centuries,
I am wise.
I may not have spent my time finding the truth of every galaxy,
But my eyes hold a special kind of love.
It is different and spared by few
Whose whispers reveal their patterned pains
And the shining opal of their clammed-up hearts.
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
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Comments (1)
This poem has a really unique take on wisdom and love. The imagery is beautiful, especially the "shining opal of their clammed-up hearts." If you get a chance, I’d love for you to check out my content too!