Shards once sharp,
thrown reckless into the sea,
become softened by time—
by the patient hands of tide and sand.
Emeralds, sapphires,
ghost-clear whites,
sometimes the rare amber,
a treasure from bottles broken
and forgotten.
Each piece holds
a story dissolved,
a fragment of something
once whole,
now remade.
Children stoop to gather them,
pockets ringing with softened jewels,
the ocean’s alchemy—
loss turned luminous,
wreckage worn into beauty.
And we hold them up to the sun,
watch light sift through their cloudy skins,
knowing the sea has taught them
how to endure,
how to glow.

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