There is a cave inside me
A cloister where treasures are buried
There is a heart of ruby, red, rich and hard;
My bones are like a tennis bracelet of linked diamonds,
my thoughts are opals, milky and colorful.
And my motives, after the fire, are pure gold.
Miners and spelunkers roam my halls,
But cannot possibly strip away or discover
All that is within its walls.
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