Sonnet.

Upon a distant shore it came to rest
This precious gift which washed up from the sea
Its special glow had withstood peril’s test
So here it rests awaiting destiny
There in the sun its light did sparkle so
Now surely it would catch a passing eye
And when it did such beauty it would show
With wonders one could fashion their dreams by
So lonely were the moons that passed its way
And downcast eyes which had no need of light
Its tides of hope were waning day by day
Its memories were fading from its sight
Upon a distant shore the sea had crossed
She searches for something that she had lost
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