Walking along the beach
I shifted my focus
From the beauty of the ocean
To underneath my feet
And what came to my naked eyes
A bunch of unremarkable brown sand
But to my surprise
I saw your heart
A treasure
So tiny but very expensive
You blew my mind
To tell you the truth
You were like crafted bead
Not the pile of grains I wipe out of my feet after a day at the beach
You had your own original story
Beautiful montage
That not everybody can see
I picked your heart in the sand
And am still interested
In capturing the every bit of you
That I would have seen and ignored.

Author: sander_ochy

I am a journalist, a poet, a spoken word artist, a writer, and performer. Life is all I write about. #Freeverse254

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