Iris's Diary dan repost
A little jewellery I own:
a pair of silver earrings, a gold nose ring,
a pair of silver anklets, a pearl ring.
These are said to be mine, to be my own—
this little jewellery I own.
They shimmer, they glitter,
shiny white and yellow metal.
A place in my heart for these pieces,
though I may sound materialistic.
Earned through hard work and sweat,
a gift from life's anchors lovingly set.
A sense of belonging they hold,
a sense of warmth in the cold.
The little shell I lived in was shattered,
my little jewellery lay scattered.
When I broke the nose ring I own,
the little jewellery I owned was disowned.
– Iris
a pair of silver earrings, a gold nose ring,
a pair of silver anklets, a pearl ring.
These are said to be mine, to be my own—
this little jewellery I own.
They shimmer, they glitter,
shiny white and yellow metal.
A place in my heart for these pieces,
though I may sound materialistic.
Earned through hard work and sweat,
a gift from life's anchors lovingly set.
A sense of belonging they hold,
a sense of warmth in the cold.
The little shell I lived in was shattered,
my little jewellery lay scattered.
When I broke the nose ring I own,
the little jewellery I owned was disowned.
– Iris