Seashell Memories
He brings seashells to the seashore.
She sells shells and a whole lot more.
He surfs on highs of the sky in pictures of memories of times that are past.
She slinks by him over hill and dale and lays her days in fields of grass.
He thinks he'll never be worthy of her time and energy.
She sees him and purely wants them to simply be.
Copyright © Kristen Granet | Year Posted 2023
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