A diadem of dust I wear
Till polished, to completion-
As goes to mote, the single stone
Through times rough depredation.
A diadem of dust, I'll wear
In stony walls, that chamber
The baleful weight of time, I'll bear-
While love bear the remainder.
Patti Masterman
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