“No more diamonds,”
he said, you lose them all,
Upon sunny beaches
& beneath hot golden sun,
On cold wet pavements,
where the rain begun,
Beneath deep icy
snow, where it´s thick & colder,
Within river wet
pebbles & behind large boulders.
“No more diamonds
I will buy for you,” he said,
You lose them all,
like stones in bottomless pockets,
Rings, earrings,
necklaces, bracelets & tiny lockets,
Falling down drains,
gutters & kerbs of uncut grass,
Diamonds I´ve gifted,
now all gone & lost in the past.
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