Sea Glass

Treasures hide beneath the waves,
Searching for silver, ancient gold,
Maybe some coins from ships of old.

Walking along a storm swept beach,
Plastic and garbage among the sea grass,
With brilliant shine a piece of sea glass.

Still a treasure in its own right,
A broken remnant of origin unknown,
Its ravished beauty standing alone.

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

Books and poetry.

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