No Pearls
From a
broken hourglass,
they fall
without measure.
Alone,
one by one.
The grains gather.
Lost pearls to be-
now nothing more than
drifting specks of sand
that lay
on the edge
of a sterile oyster bed
with dead shells,
razor sharp
and unyielding,
laying in decay.
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-09-21 at 00:19
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