Sea Glass

September 27, 2017
By Mikay SILVER, Lohman , Missouri
Mikay SILVER, Lohman , Missouri
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I am sea glass,
Beautiful and pure.
I once had sharp edges,
Now I am smooth.
People tend to go to the bigger piece,
Rather than tiny me.
I travel to place after place.
Sometimes I get buried.
Not seen for days.
If you dig,
then you can find me.
I am sea glass.
Easily broken,
But smooth.
And if you look closely,
you can see right through me.


The author's comments:

I was reading a book and it meantioned sea glass and I couldn't help but write this poem.


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