As each wave slowly recedes
It leaves behind a few empty shells
All along the winding seashore
These little colorful protective units
Attract and even fascinate almost
Everyone frequenting the seashore
Often they become collectors' items
With Some choosing to string them into
Necklaces and bracelets to adorn
Themselves but none spare a thought
As to what happened to the true owners
Those little sea creatures who lost
Their lives to the treacherous waves when
Even their shells could not save them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful humanistic approach to natural phenomenon. How heavenly would it be if we donate our eyes, kidneys, etc when we are no more, at least those who will be here will enjoy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! CP