The Sea Shell

Image credit: fredrikwandem

The pebbles tickled her tiny feet As she raced across the sand to pick a shellSoft waves rolled over one another Foaming with bubbles of delight at the musical laughter
As she raced across the sand to pick a shellThe pearl’s broken home was no longer emptyFoaming with bubbles of delight at the musical laughterThe waves danced at her feet with growing reverence
The pearl’s broken home was no longer emptyWhen touched by fingers of magic that eased the pain The waves danced at her feet with growing reverenceAs the little girl rushed to save a baby crab
When touched by fingers of magic that eased the pain Soft waves rolled over one another As the little girl rushed to save a baby crabThe pebbles tickled her tiny feet

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A Pantoum style poem.