Shells, all broken
But surely some survive
The pounding waves
The ragged rocks?
Deeper water, here and there
A place of refuge, and safe
Some shells will make it
Some, well, they won't.
An assortment of sizes
And different shapes
None, not one is perfect
None, not one is whole.
Sea shells, it's so exciting
To find those that survive
But few and far between they are
Pounded on the rocks.
Salagatle!
1 comment:
Looks like the poet is back, glad to see you had some rest as this is the first poem in months !!!
Or maybe all the awards are working ?
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