A Pure Crystal

Without effort
I found a pure
crystal nearby.

Its shine had been
hidden for long ages.

It wasn’t my reward.
I have long hoped
for such a gem.
Its value is without bound.

Now I must share the beauty.

W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.

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