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2015-09-14 | |
Immortal as it may be,
and confessing having nothing to crave for,
A tiny elf of unspecified gender could have still been seduced
by a Tahitian black pearl pendant,
especially by its undulating carving design
resembling the shape of a rose,
not the smooth round perfection of a sphere.
At some point, but in a different chapter,
there was was also another russian calcite rose,
a pure and delicate mine flower, whose
inherent coldness was wrongly compared
-probably in the realm of men-
With that of a snake’s heart.
So, what better messenger could have the elf called,
in order to bring him/her that precious gem,
than a swan from Tuonela?
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