I have a bag of seashells
Collected from acres of sand
Sums up my walk's treasure
At my abode, an idle land
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When one breaths even, conscientiously, one would see even the most trivial thing differently, to what average does. Only a sharp enough mind has this capability and only a poet can share it with the rest heartily and passionately. Lot to read between lines and I like this style. Thank you Melanie for sharing.
Melanie, such a heartwarming wonderful poem....10++++
Thank you for that comment Mr. Asuncion.