I gave you a stone from the ocean. A smooth black pebble. Darkness caressed by the sea, shingled over and over. Cool in the palm a stone cold until held close by your heartbeat. Through rise and fall of tides. Deep as the depths of forever.

You are raised from the ocean full of mud and dangers.

You are designed and made precious stone on crowns used by

King, Queen, Prince and Princess of the world.

You stay on the top . Round the necks. Ears and beautiful fingers.

You belong to the royal family despite the colors you belong to.

Between you and me, just like the beauty and the beast.

 I am designed to serve you.

Burnt myself in stove and anywhere human needs me to serve them.

We are both the creations of God.

But you are a Pearl and I am just a Charcoal.

Even you are known to be a Black Pearl.

You are still a Pearl. You stay on the top

and I am at the bottom rock.

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