Prism
Light passes
Blinding and painful
Through the glass
Hard and sharp
Transparent
Seemingly nothing
Apparently plain
Unappealing
Just glass
Nothing special
Just light
Nothing new
Yet when
Ultimately combined
The prism
Creates a rainbow
From plain to wondrous
Appearance is nothing
Upon the true essence
Of what lies within
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