LostSole
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I sit at the seashore,
Looking at what I see;
Seashells around me,
Shiny and sparkly.
These jewels of the sea,
Designed so delicately;
How could such beauty,
Magically come to be?
They had to be crafted,
On purpose, not by chance,
Done with such love,
A one-sided romance.
These gifts from the ocean,
Cherished and loved;
Like postcards from places,
Off limits to those above.
Mysterious, these creators—
Crafters under sea,
I hope that they know,
The world loves their artistry.
Looking at what I see;
Seashells around me,
Shiny and sparkly.
These jewels of the sea,
Designed so delicately;
How could such beauty,
Magically come to be?
They had to be crafted,
On purpose, not by chance,
Done with such love,
A one-sided romance.
These gifts from the ocean,
Cherished and loved;
Like postcards from places,
Off limits to those above.
Mysterious, these creators—
Crafters under sea,
I hope that they know,
The world loves their artistry.