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A beautiful write Jim x

Hi Jim,
Seems as tho' you
chanced upon a pearl!
Love,
Terry,
xoxo :)

excellent pen Jim

If you are looking for the jewels of people. 
I'm hoping you consider me as part of the new community. 

For pearls of purity are few and far between. 
I'm glad you see the bright side. 
When so many have something to hide. 
Thank you for being honorable and with good intentions. 
May it get you far. 
To me your a fellow shooting star. 

Very nice Jim.

the first thing that springs to mind, is that the whole page shines, it may sound corny, but like a multi hued & elsewise complex faceted necklace ... a real gem of a post brother Jim .. N :)

Jim you had me reeled in on your first line with the word Opal in it.
For that is in the title of The Birth of the opal by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, my favourite poet.
And your poem mirrors that one, in its captivating words and imagery.
Imagery that shines and radiates (and no pun intended) .
A real journey of a sonnet and one more than well worth travelling.
A great write and a great read Jim.
Wishing you well and will be reading more sooner rather than later.
But in the poetry meantime thank you for writing a poem of top drawer quality.

Jim, here is one of my favourite poems by my favourite poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox who  wrote a beautiful poem called The Birth Of The Opal and for your good self here it is...

The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,
And followed her low and high,
But the Moonbeam fled and hid her head,
She was so shy -- so shy.

The Sunbeam wooed with passion;
Ah, he was a lover bold!
And his heart was afire with mad desire
For the Moonbeam pale and cold.

She fled like a dream before him,
Her hair was a shining sheen,
And oh, that Fate would annihilate
The space that lay between!

Just as the day lay panting
In the arms of the twilight dim,
The Sunbeam caught the one he sought
And drew her close to him.

But out of his warm arms, startled
And stirred by Love's first shock,
She sprang afraid, like a trembling maid,
And hid in the niche of a rock.

And the Sunbeam followed and found her,
And led her to Love's own feast;
And they were wed on that rocky bed,
And the dying Day was their priest.

And lo! the beautiful Opal --
That rare and wondrous gem --
Where the moon and sun blend into one,
Is the child that was born to them.

Hope you enjoy it my friend,
Shaun