seated there for how many moons i dont care,
blended with mud all over i dont care,
stomped by people who passes you by i dont care,
spitted at i dont care,
you are a pearl,
yes you are…
a white pearl seated on a mud on the street,
forgot the identity of the real you… a pearl…
i have seen you as a pearl…
and i got to convince you about being a pearl…
stop thinkin that youre just an imitated gems…
no youre not that honey…
you are a pearl in my eyes…
and let me convince you about that…
i want to speak to your heart,
if you let me to…
funny how things happened between us today…
i dont know if things will turn out just right…
there is no pit so deep that we fall into that we cant come back…
and i am willing to walk that dark path of struggle with you…
hold my hands…
and lets start our first step…
towards the light at the end of the tunnel…
~122808
Nevins G. Manafe
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