Glint of Forgotten Memories
The ocean lies a leafy green,
the sunlight reaching through the haze.
The wind slowly floats by,
carving hesitant ripples into the water.
As the sunlight reaches through the clear substance,
blindly searching for something unknown,
something glints in the sand at the bottom—
a silver locket.
. . . Sweet memories, forgotten.
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