Celebrated jewellery is a worthy sum of thought,
It thinks and behaves with beauty as the skies;
The shining sun enters the realer district like eyes,
Feeding a frenzy as the alert victims stumble.
Fall then into the hurrah and bravado of a later time,
With shy jewels, difficult to produce in their entirety;
A solution to selling, a solution to stains of the hells,
The jewellery bespeaks, wondering and pondering.
I will ascertain the strength of a day when the stars
Fall from their grace, willing us to movements of ire;
Feeling them is a chosen action, a chosen whim,
For the wishes of a night in splendour sparkles away.
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