The white sands remembering
How she sat on the shore
Digging her shovel in search
Of treasure, years before
Though taller, she walks
Along the waters edge
Still searching for something
Not knowing
That she’s finding herself
Like the sea
A beautiful vision
She’s strong and free
But she, herself, cannot see
Her edges polished
By waves of pain
A shining sea glass
She’ll glisten again
Her siren song
Sent in the winds
Was captured by a love
A world away
Her treasure she’ll find
Deep within
Her sea of love
Will rise again
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