Tuesday, November 15, 2011


An empty shell lost on the shore, tossed aside relentlessly by surging waves.
Polished yet battered by the sand., it rests face down.
Cracked by pressure, but alluring, mesmerizing.
Flecks of false gold surrounded by lively rose, it is the one to catch the eye.
Nothing to offer, except hope to others that they may find another shell, cracked and broken yet beautiful.

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