Friday, January 3, 2003

Shells Comments

Rating: 2.9

Reaching down arm-deep into bright water
I gathered on white sand under waves
Shells, drifted up on beaches where I alone
Inhabit a finite world of years and days.


John Pendrey 13 September 2016

Sometimes poems seem 'difficult' but she explains. Harmonious shells that whisper forever in our ears, The world that you inhabit has not yet been created.

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