White as wool,
Translucent as snow,
Soft as feathers,
Clear as crystal,
Are your words that pry open my shell.
Remove the annoyance of Sand that has become a treasure.
Precious and of worth.
But Who else should I offer it?
I have not placed it.
I am not wholly its maker.
Without your patience
I would be cast aside.
I offer you my talent-
A Pearl of Great Price,
Because you saw in me a pearl ,in a grain of sand
In something seemingly ordinary like me.
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