Lost and broken
sorrow flowed like water
over the pieces of my soul
fallen to rest just where I fell
abandoned like a fragile shell
in a still, blue, ocean
you lifted me, held me
in the palm of your hand
whispering to my heart
that each shell, beautiful
in time its secrets will reveal
© Ann Bagnall 

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