

025 The munificent ocean showers me with gifts025 by ~Fundamentality
of seashells
endlessly washing them ashore
With childish glee I collect them
picking colors
that reflect the rainbow of sunlight
Watching their colors dance I am soothed
tears fade
and a smile once more brightens my face
A single drop remains to damp my eyes
as I recall
someday they will all be gone.


024 Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, they say024 by ~Fundamentality
Scorned am I, but fury is lost deep within my chest.