By aparajita
Date: 2004 Feb 07
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she sees sea shells by the seashore

on the beach
randomly placed by time
scattered broken pieces
discarded by fate
no longer home or haven
no longer protected
left to be forgotten
crushed by uncaring individuals
or picked up by those
who only value the outside
of the perfect ones
ridges that could tell a story
of places been and seen
unwittingly
telling the story of my heart