Trickling waves
chased my feet
As the
water falls away the
Beauty of
glimmering shells
Glossed from
the sea
Bright from
the glaring sun
Resting
shells meet dry sand
It’s a rotating
tidal journey
Shells sinking
to their beds
Like millions
of times before
Even when
brittle - rustled
Remnants wash
out to sea
Giving
itself back to once came
A shell in
all its glory –
Eventually makes
its way to history
Just Me
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