Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Seashells





Beautiful forms

as I walk along the seashore

gulls call to distract

as the wind blows

shells have washed upon the shore

gently rolling in the sand

empty of life

I pick one up

and hold it close to my ear

and there is only wind

filling my head

no answers

to where the life has gone

waves break

and the sand shifts beneath my feet
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