A little shell
That breathes the air above
The ocean
Whispers of the waves,
The ebb and high tides
Little notes, high and low
In shades varied
Spikes and twirls
From a million waves
Washed over
That bit of shell
Brown and white, a little pink
I press into my palm
That piece of the ocean
I hold close to me.
That breathes the air above
The ocean
Whispers of the waves,
The ebb and high tides
Little notes, high and low
In shades varied
Spikes and twirls
From a million waves
Washed over
That bit of shell
Brown and white, a little pink
I press into my palm
That piece of the ocean
I hold close to me.
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