"Look how pretty that one used to be!"
A broken seashell is passed my way.
Orange like the sunset,
Pure white inside
It is still pretty.
If it were whole,
I wouldn't see
How beautiful it is inside.
Broken seashells are unique
And more perfect than those
Without a crack.
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Castles in the Sky (Poetry)
PoetryA collection of my poetry. I update sporadically.
