20 01 2006


Towering waves and hidden caves,
Shimmering glassy tides,
I saw the sea in all its glory
Inside a small good-natured shell,
Somehow from my hand it faded off,
I gazed as it all just washed away ..

Maybe I could have saved it,
Drawn the dream back into the flock,
But the shell escaped and, well,
Erasing it didn’t take too long ..

A little shell could have been
Something so much more,
Maybe I’ve misplaced its meaning,
Or maybe I should search another shore ..



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