Shells Upon the White Sand

The parallels of life are where I find my joy.
Here I walk while seaside elderly
in bright bathing suits
Find beauty in plump grand children throwing sand,
Pink houses and blue skies
Unnoticed the sea says the dark is beautiful as well
The sea, that sly mistress throws dark scales
And corroded broken shells upon the white sands.

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