With one look, it looks nothing special. Just silver metal, barely reflecting light from above. No importance can be recognised. For it's so common, it does not spark interest.
That may be your verdict
You wouldn't know. You wouldn't understand the magic in this mere piece of material.
Don't even try too.
Through my eyes, it's sparkling in candlelight. I see secret friends bursting with laughter. Rivers of tears from the sad departing. confusion, pain, happiness, joy, friendship, anger and far aways. It isn't just something you hang on a tree once a year.
Eyes can't see
What's hidden in my