Diamonds At Seventeen

Once upon a time There was a little girl who wore diamonds on her fingertips. She was born with those Year by year growing She was now,17! On each finger, a 17 cm diamond simply worn Just as today's girls Wear the coloured nails. Diamonds of no inconvenient The young girl could use Her fingers just as anybody would. Righteous, were stronger She needed no gloves to take Out of the oven a freshly baked cake. Imagine by yourself All other things you could do With those diamond fingers! But! Her heart was heavy She had to live Hidden in caves. She'd come out only at dark When the moon stayed behind the clouds those were the only times that she won't spark. Otherwise The people would reach for her diamonds Try to cut those off Or asking her into marriage to become a circus displayed thing, or some sort of … And so she would need to run and hide again. She had her freedom but Longed for love Desired friends Sadly, none she could have. Because on the finger tips Grown diamonds she wore… Till one day Seen some sparkles Reflected in the water of a cave. Those were the fingers of a man. Looked right away behind but there was no man and fingers, none.. Each day from then her mind grown new sparkles from Imaginary Love. Elena S(*_*) ⋅ 19 June 2014