Finding Land

The half-submerged shells

Cling onto every stationary

Surface of the coastline

With such tenacity that

They become frozen in time;

Another feature of that space,

They are now commonplace

Because the Ocean

Is a charming and ceaseless child,

Who asks for change

And always gets her way.


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