Pinctada Pearl
Stolen from Persian shores,
whilst warm within my cocoon,
all that remains is saltwater memories,
where sorrows flow in slow motion
through drops - invisible, but glowing.
Eyes gaze in awe,
but am I as elegant as I appear?
I am bare, full, but hollow,
forever on display,
but unseen in darkness.
Bricks are identical like pearls,
easily strung together,
but pointless on their own.
Collecting dust upon dry land,
I can hear whispers of timeworn blemishes
from waves calling me home.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2024
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