Clear in a kaleidoscope

what makes you like my colour
the natural shade
that coats me

what makes me different
from the masses around me
and to be recognised

what makes you want to hold me
with such warmth
of your palm

what makes me shine
under your light
in your eyes

what makes me so special
to be appreciated; to be chosen
and be strung onto your line of memories
forever.

(this is the personification of a bead.)

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