Though
you are made of the finest hands
Embellished
of all the precious funds
You
have been here for almost a year
Witnessed
an innovation on passing pair
They
stopped, gazed, and praised you
For
a second you have your moment
Frighten,
maybe, never they touch you
You
are precious but never valued
Alas!
This market had been unfair
They
look at you through your figure
You
are exquisite the most rare
You
received praise but never been bless
I
see sorrow in your happiness
You
stand strong in your emptiness
But
for how long will you stay?
Or
will you just go with the currency?
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