The sea waves
washing empty shells clean.
Laid in the sand, just where each should be.
gone from inside the shell,
leaving colorful beauty behind.
In life's waves
we are born and we grow,
only to die and be lain to rest.
Our souls gone
from this now worthless shell,
leaving behind a unique story.
For the "Parallelogram de Crystalline" Contest
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012
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