Seashell
Closing my eyes,
Holding it to my ear...
I remember the laughing child,
Her first time seeing something so blue
The salty sweetness of the breeze,
The sound of waves trapped in the shell.
Feeling the rough ridges of its back...
Like the grittiness of the sand beneath my feet,
Like the stinging of it blowing into my back,
Like the coolness of the mud on the shore.
Looking at its inner side,
From white to a dark orange pink,
A soft pink glow like an aura of light,
Enveloping the calm sleeping waters.
The watery sunset, preserved on the inside.
My seashell.
Fitting perfectly in two cupped hands,
A link to the peacefulness of soft waves,
As if it conceals
A hidden ocean
Inside.
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I wrote this 2 years ago, so it's really bad :P
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