The Bracelets Lament

The View of a piece of lost property, in this case, a bracelet on a beach.

Written from the point of view of the bracelet not its owner

I don't like rain.

It's wet, damp and gold.

Shining , reflecting, on my coat of gold

Yet I lie on this dune,

with the water beneath,

The victim of a Seaside thief!

He had snatched me from my owner

whilst she was playing in the sea

and flew off in the air

for a minute or three

The End

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