As the golden orb grew colossal
The silver one felt more abysmal
Does fate have any more ironies up its sleeve?
It is impossible to believe
That incredible hope of morrow
Was just an invitation to sorrow
How could the shining ones be entwined?
It needs the help of something divine
The sad little orb hung its shiny head
Full to crescent and then went to bed
In its head a prayer it said
Happiness bestow on my friend instead
Soon the orbs moved at their lively pace
There reached a point in time and space
Their life was suddenly full of zing
Together they made the diamond ring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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