Seashell

My little heart of pink pearl

bourn from bed of coral
Deepest in blue I remember you
a shellfish with a soul
Tiny crustacean cerulean elation
found is your way to me
‘Pon whiten sands into my hands
solitary siren sad of sea
Shallows roared washed ashore
abandoned and alone
yet ‘tis within your kiss I remiss
your mother calls you -
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© Charles Coakley Simpson 2003