See (Randyjw; April 29, 2017)


You can whisper your dreams to the whelk shell on the beach

certain that the words will remain trapped in the spirals inside

You can shout them to the waves that come crashing right in reach

who will carry them back to sea on the next outgoing tide

But it’s the shells found with the holes which make the pendant, chain and rest

for it is they that share those dreams and keep them close to heart and chest



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