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The Diamond

November 15, 2015
By NadiaSaleh BRONZE, San Jose, California
NadiaSaleh BRONZE, San Jose, California
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A cool breath of fresh air went through my hair

The sun was beating on the back of my head

Cold, harsh sweat damped my hand

My musles strained some,

But I could not rest

For there it was:

The diamond

 

It was no ordinary gem

For it was a pience of pure golden sunshine

 

When I had first laid eyes on it

I could do nothing but marvel at its awesome sight

 

Its brilliancy and radiancy was too much 

For me to stare for long

 

For I must have the prize 

Or else I could have died



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