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I desire fame in a hat.
Like catching raindrops
On a summer day.

Or a string of pearls
found in a pot of clay.
Ceramic matches my pallor.

Never has a butterfly
Spun silk or blown glass,
But I haven’t, either.

Where is the treasure
That captivates like
Gold, or the sea?

Maybe it’s easier to
Find than gold, and more
Constant that the sea.

When my heart stops,
I hope it bursts, because
Of all the Love inside it.

One day, I’ll gain
More love than all
The sand in the world.

I’ll have so much,
I’ll have to share it
With everyone I see.

And then,
Only then,
Will I have peace.