Stained glass shimmering with inner light,
so many hues dancing upon the walls.
You shut the doors and lock the windows,
yet nothing conceals this pulsing panorama.
Such a weather worn, abused exterior.
Signs of neglect due to your frivolous nature,
smudging over the opulent glow within.
A splendid radiance of a rainbowin in a dirty jar,
selfishly contained in a reluctant recluse.
A raw gem in a sea of sparkling polished glass.
Shame no one will gaze upon your rare gift,
to dazzle the gloom of a gold plated existence.
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