My bracelets twirl and vary

Shining lights, they carry

Yet, they’re not worn as much anymore

Being now discarded; no longer adored

One is a thin silver; with a small blue turtle

Dangling against it; very fertile

With splashes of blue and orange

Now slightly dull from long storage

Another is a purple string; connected with white, square beads

Scrawled out with the letters of my name; as it leads

On to circle around 

Another is gold; with designs of the sun and moon

Tinted with brightness; attuned

These bracelets now remain hidden; used once in a while

Somewhat fading in their original style