(Montenegro)

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A memory of a seashell

I had no past
I had no future
I was always now
rushing to its silent end
sea sheltered salt scented
infatuated murmur
dying in a wave
grain spelled I simply melted
within a sea blue grave
oblivion

Submitted: Wednesday, February 15, 2012


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