The oyster, the mussel, and pearl
belong to the Moon, it is said,
and when she is gone, like a girl
who is lost, you can hear them cry,
oh, longingly from where they lie
in the sand of the soft sea bed.
I feel guilty to have pearl earings now. Very nice Patricia
I fell in love with your poetry the first time I ever read it and this is a perfect example of your wonderful skill and romantic ability with the craft. Gyp's
Oh! I like this... I most absolutely do. If I were to be terribly picky, I'd suggest a removal of the comma at the end of the third line. Comma or not, however - this is wonderful. ~Christine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is lyrical and very nice. Raynette