Liberation

A sea shell she was,

the current pulling her from the coldest to the darkest parts.

Her beauty was never seen,

how could it?

Between the claws of seaweeds who wouldn’t let her sheen.

Then she faced her ice berg, slammed into a million pieces…

She didn’t care,

being liberated had far more value than a fragile shell,

who couldn’t kindle her flair.

Liberation

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