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...
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