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fantasy, Friday Fantasy, jewels, Mother of Pearl, nacre, Night Owl Poetry, oysters, pearls, poems, poetry
Asleep in the bed of an oyster’s chateau
The jewel of the ocean in illuminating glow
Pink against white against gray, simply grand
Mother of Pearl holds the sea in her hand
Dreams of the beautiful treasure she’ll grow
With one grain of sand and the waters below
Lined with nacre, layer upon layer
Mother of Pearl, iridescent purveyor
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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This one’s going in the library, Dorinda. So pretty. 🙂
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Very cool! 🙂 Thanks so much, Johnny!
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