Seashells Poem by Bryan Taplits

Seashells

Some hear the ocean in its cleft
as to their ears they hold,
And view on each broad stippled back
gloried colors pink and gold.
But I hear sounds that shake and shine
With signs that all abide,
Each portrait declaims so loud and clear-
to searching ear-
'Memories enshrined inside'.

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