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| photo courtesy of Magpie Tales |
Empty of meat
You say you are a shell
No life within
But I see your fragile beauty
I know you are leaving
I see you grow smaller each day
You long to return to the sea
When you are gone
What will I have of you?
Memories
are slippery things
Silvery minnows
that dart away
When you try to hold them in your hands
If a shell is all that you leave behind
Then I will treasure the shell
