I am a ruby in the rough
A deep glitter amongst dull light grey concrete pathways
Straight lines leading down or out, up or in, sidewalks and roads
They lead to some specific destination
I sparkle sideways, my step is diagonal
I shine darkly, my twinkle is more of a complex luster
Gems have no destination, there purpose is singular
To bring peace with a simple innate beauty
To contrast the sharp stones with a kaleidoscope light
As rare as a ruby, subtly I sparkle against typical patterns
How red radiance deepens the light, quietly I drum my hum.
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Hard to comment on a piece that leaves me speechless. Perhaps just, sublime.