Seashells

The currents carry seashells through the waters

Brief flashes of bright color in the plain sea

They are the ocean's only daughters

To be left on the shore for the world to see

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Fragile and delicate, they settle on the sand

They are among the myriad of other shells

Held captive by the rough beach's hand

To the ocean, they murmur their last farewells

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Soon washed clean by the morning high tide

The shells gleam enticingly in dawn's light

But all too soon, the waves begin to subside

And the beach goers descend with much delight

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Tucked away by unfamiliar hands

Never again to see the ocean's sands

And there's my sonnet. I have a ballad entitled 'Ode to Phil, the Merman' that I might put up here. Or my sestina about being attacked by seagulls on the beach. And then we actually got to write a free verse, which was nice...anywho. We'll see how it goes. Thanks for reading!