Lest the peripherals be polished,
a convex lens it is not.
In futility the ray passes by,
either reflect or refract.
Towering walls stood tall and great,
heaping shadowy jeers & sneers.
With faith, the edges be chamfered,
converging glass it becomes.
In victory we focus light,
stimulating emission.
Breaking stones, rocks and quartz,
'woohoo' echoes through it all...
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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