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I hold it in the palm of my hand

And I wonder how many beaches it has traveled

Or how many times it  was  washed up

by the angry burst of noontide.

I wonder, has it ever reached your shore?

Time has perfected its shape

But it never stays in one place.

It goes with the tide and roll with the waves

And place itself where I could see it

glistening in the sand.

Now you ask what love is –

I don’t know.

Maybe, just like this sea glass

It would show itself when you’re not looking

Maybe, just like this sea glass

It would come glistening on your footpath.

But you will never recognize it

Because your heart has turned to stone.


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