You gave me a seashell,
And I held it to my ear.
I listened to the waves swaying,
Sweeping the sand.
I heard the howling of the oceanic winds,
I heard the whispering of the sand's flowing.
I felt the sweet fragrance of the shore,
I saw the waves pulling and relaxing.
I still have it in my room,
Upon the rusty dusty shelf,
Lying dead as a memory,
As a scar, as a remembrance of your presence.
I wish I had a seashell
To the old times.
Where innocence was weapon,
And I was naive as pure.
I wish I had a seashell
Recalling to the loving times.
Where love was a mother,
That sang me lullabies everynight.
I wish I had a seashell
That whispers to the ethereal times.
Where you sent me to the stars,
And made me drift into happiness.
A starshell.
A shell that will bring souvenirs,
Of the sweet, loving times.
Where you made me see the stars even in the daylight.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoesiaFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
