What washes ashore is emerald green, no sharp edges, just a piece of sea glass to remind us that rough waters can turn a broken bottle into something soft along the rim, transparent at heart, beautiful in the same way that softening opens us to life after hardship.
This is just perfect 💕
Beauty begets beauty; let’s always abide there, together 💚
ooh! yes
Thomas - your response is how I felt when the words tumbled to the page effortlessly.
Beautifully said, Holly. I love the double meaning.
So glad CJ; this poem flowed in seconds and required no edits which leaves me grateful and curious for it all🌻
It's time for you to put together a book, Holly. You're a gifted poet.
You make me smile and I appreciate your comment Ann Marie 💛
Beautiful!
Thanks Sam 💛
Beautifully said.
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