Diamonds Rough

Diamonds rough, hard to find.
Creases deep, unfolding
One after another.
Voices gentle, now memories distant.
Moments unheard, once more.
Once weathered now smoother then silk itself.
Moments unexpected waiting to be
unfound.
Lost once in time.
Suddenly new they appear.
Like as real as yester years.
Moments stumbled upon.
Folded creases found.
Again uncovered once more.
This time, faded; not unfound.
Remains of the old.
Burning ashes poignant in air stale.
Scars permanent; at peace for once.
Until they meet again.
Discovered paths, new.
Diamonds rough; smooth in the same
instance.
Forgotten never.

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