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Along the harbor road there stood
A little painted store
Filled with pieces of sea glass
Washed upon the shore
Blue as distant morning skies
Green as summer seas
They shimmered softly in the light
Beside the harbor breeze
Sea glass upon the shelves
Sea glass in the light
Colors gathered from the waves
Through many days and nights
Sailors stopped to look around
Before returning home
Searching through the polished stones
Smoothed by sea and foam
Some were bright as emerald leaves
Some pale as winter blue
Each one carried quiet traces
Of journeys no one knew
When evening crossed the harbor
And lanterns lined the bay
The shopkeeper closed the wooden door
At the ending of the day
The sea glass caught the light
