Half-buried in the coarse sand,
mostly submerged under foam,
a glimmer of pale, translucent green
catches the sun’s rays and it sparkles.
It used to be harsh, jagged,
but time and the water together
have taken their toll,
and what once was ugly,
a fragment of trash thrown out,
perhaps once part of a bottle
used to drown the sorrows
of some poor soul—that trash
has now smoothed, has turned
into a soft, delicate reminder
that beauty is in everything.
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