Beautiful shell, so fragile the curves Brittle yet fine, what an ocean serves To be found on a beach, ready to collect Beauty to cherish, sea lovers protects
Variety of sizes, from the ocean floor Spent yet still beauty, who needs more To remind them of times, life felt free Seeking the future, searching life's key
A beach is the present, also the past Footsteps in sand, we wish could last In-coming tide, wipes the past away Soon a new start, to welcomes a day
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Posted: Feb 2016
About this poem:
a trip to the beach....refreshes more than the sand.....
Abby....glad you liked....I wonder how many people have had a shell they cherished, though I was told recently, shells are becoming a thing of the past.....which is sad.....Kathy
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