You and I
Lines run in patterns along your shell
Like the life lines that run along my hand
Both of our bodies have a story to tell
Yours comes from water and mine from land
Our experiences differ but continue to dwell
Though the past has been buried deep in the sand
Scars are memories of the times that we fell
Time changes my hand
And time changes your shell
Copyright © Cici Gail | Year Posted 2020
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