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Small and tiny, curled in the palm of my hand
Tiny bits of sand cling to it Brushing them off, I peek inside Nothing there..empty So tiny and frail, I cup it carefully Afraid of crushing it Touching it gently with the tip of my nail The colors muted, swirling tightly Soft browns and tans Walking to the edge of the sea Tossing it gently Returning it from whence it came Perhaps it will hold life again |
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great imagery-nice details.
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Awwww girl as I toss it back into the water and
watch as the tide takes it out to sea. ![]() |
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thank you everyone
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and the tides wash it away once again...
to another shore, another sea anothers hands their eyes to see... |
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