Glass that has been
caressed
by the sea.
Rough and pitted.
Clouded.
Worn.
The edges softened by the journey.
A tiny little treasure
that has lived
somewhere
before it arrives where it is
discovered.
A Mermaid tear.
The tiniest wee droplet.
Minute.
Missed by most eyes.
Often passed over as
insignificant;
not worthy stooping for
by most standards.
Worthy for me actually
of a separate
LOVE.
Of course,
I especially am delighted
to discover
blue glass.
I suppose everyone is.
Tourquois blue ...
now that is even a greater treasure.
But even white
is beautiful to me;
as much for the
feel
as for the sight.
A big jar of
fragments from the sea.
Beautious.
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