A Poem: Miners Parade

Late at night I looked above
Seeing the cloud no reply
My head were below,my eyes above
Looking upon I saw a diamond

A star a glorious image
How can they mine as high above
A while I sat going through my mind
I flipped through what was not mine

Knowledge was a star
Up above the only miners were untop
Above the earth in the skies they stay
Shining like mirrors just like jewelry
Never cheap always rare

Digging for a long while
After a search the miners were minds
So desperate to improve
No tool to mine just a stool
Minds which can seat
Seeking to expand
Finally they are not diamond
We call them stars time to appreciate

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