Seashells

She steals a kiss,
From images
She stored inside,
The ocean blue,
She rides the waves.

She walks the sands,
She sees seashells,
Washed up on the shore,
She picks one up,
And peers inside.

Beauty draped,
In hollow vessels,
For empty shells,
Reflect herself,
The aftertaste of bittersweet.

In wells she filled
with tears of her’s
Words she thought
Were permanent,
the sea now gathers
What belonged to Her.

Who stole her kisses,
From images
She stored inside,
She gathers seashells,
Reminding of her stolen youth.

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2 thoughts on “Seashells

  1. j says:

    Thanks, I think I’m learning from you more than you think. I definantely love your work and the way you convey emotions beautifully in words.

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