Broken shells are people too

When I walk along the shoreline,

On the beach close to home,

I always notice, and always pick up

All the broken seashells.

Have you noticed how they shine?

Some wink, some shrines

In the sunlight, how they tell their story proudly

To everyone in the world who takes the time to notice.

Not pity,

Just notice.

Like the rhymes in this poetry,

They are broken, yet beautiful.

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