Coal
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Nature!
Don't make me so much hard.
I don't want to become diamond.
Let me remain coal.
Let someone burn me.
Let me be oxidized.
Let me be utilized
by the green plants and trees.
I know the sun will help me
to be turned in carbohydrates.
What a pleasure it would be!
I shall shall spring as flowers
and when one with garland of flowers
will face the other
with a necklace of diamonds,
the diamonds will turn deaf
before my fragrant smile.
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