I walk along the shore and reach down in the sand,
Finding a small white piece of sea glass now tight in my hand.
A mermaid tear, once a shard of sharp glass,
Smoothed, perfected over time in the ocean's current,
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a poem soft and sweet...breezing on reader's sense...good lines
Whe I read something like this, I think of possibilities. Possibilities of all kinds. GW62
'Neglected my soul' and all the emotional despair of the poet are conveyed vividly, with a return to the normal. At the same moment this emotional refuge was an important tryst, a manner to absorb emotionally the force needed to carry on...that's how it seems to be. Beautiful and evocative.
This shore is my sanctuary, my temple, my peace. I've neglected it's beckoning calls, as I've neglected my soul. the shore the room of repose heart throbs like waves of sea heart when thrums by the stimuli storm mills through the sea the waves are blue and my heart too heart yet beckons as the ocean azure..............unique exposition self by the side of seashore, where we review our rave up reminiscence, heart rhythms like sea, yet luscious blue, ingeniously thought provoking,10+, thanks for sharing