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Half-buried in the coarse sand,
mostly submerged under a sheen of foam
constantly renewed by the now gentle, now violent
lapping or crashing of the waves,
a glimmer of pale, translucent green
catches the sun’s rays and it sparkles.
It used to be harsh, jagged,
but time and the water together
have taken their toll,
and what once was ugly,
a fragment of trash thrown out,
perhaps once part of a bottle
used to drown the sorrows
of some poor soul—that trash
has now smoothed, has turned
into something soft,
into a delicate reminder
that beauty is in everything.
This poem is the third in a collection of four. If you liked this poem, please check out more at my website here! The first in this collection is only available on my own website. You can also find me on Facebook @HeardWords, Twitter @N8HeardWords, and Pinterest @HeardWords.