Over the dunes he stumbled
And searched each spec of sand—
Huddled, he sifted for a diamond in the rough.
As the sandstorm blew, he reached out,
Hoping to catch his raison d’être,
But, when the sand struck strong,
Stinging his body and impairing his sight,
His fingers flew fast instead
To shield his face from further disgrace.
Inward he was then forced to look,
And when the storm subsided,
He glimpsed a glimmer, a sparkling sheen.
His eyes, alight, shone now,
A beacon in the desert night—
However, they did not reflect the hidden gem,
But rather the diamond reflected the light in him.
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