Friday, January 6, 2012

Shells


Her chest rises
Then falls
The night grows pale
She has mastered the basics
Inhale
Exhale

Her thought traces
Curves
Uttered word cannot tell
For her heart has not mastered
The art of
Farewell

She stares life’s
Tender truth
Boldly in the eye
Knowing that
Love never
Really says
Good-bye

They say in a shell
You can hear
The roll of the sea
I hear an ocean
Somewhere
Inside of
Me

J~

Inspired in part, by Think Tank Thursday

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