Always a stranger to appreciation
Caste aside by its own for what the world calls "normal"
Beautiful.. yet undiscovered
What fault where she under.... that none noticed
Beauty which never could be hidden
Such was the life preserved.....
Rare, fine, admirable, and valuable they are called..
All formed of the same effluence...
Moving in a never ending loop...
Transforming the soft living being into the hard, beautiful pearl...
Object of beauty ....
White as the Pearl, the saying went..
What about them... the other colors..
were they to vanquish into the dust...
were they to slowly move into the ashes,
though they could never be burnt...
There is more to sayings than we know it
more to this world than what normality dictates....
Open one self to the mysteries never seen never told..
and realize the beauty of it all...
