Tranquil waters waited with Patience
for a storm was brewing beyond the horizon.
Liquid ripples came in waves, while tension mounted
and left several seashells on white sands, inside vacant.
Occupants of shells deserted, death summoned some
while others looked for new dwellings, done with old.
Assumptions of abandoned Treasures made,
no value unless outside "appeared" painted, near perfection~
Storm brought bounty of new shells, showered sands again...
Each one different, unique but similarities seen
true beauty felt, if one takes time to notice~
by placing shell next to ear, listens to Life inside...
sounds of Serenity within Paradise.
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