Sullied by the ocean,
The oyster redeems its glory
In the white of the pearl;
The pearl, pure and transparent,
innocently adorns grimy necks,
Unable to name the oyster its own
‘Les fourberies de Scapin’, Molière
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Beautiful contrast. A very nice poem. Perhaps you could do a haiku version of it a well.
That was me by the way…