As the waves take tumble,
sea shells clutter upon the shore,
she gathers them in her little palms,
wet from the saliny swim,
just like she is,by sand embalmed.
Walking along the coast,
she is a pretty girl who sells
these shells,
one by one,for a hug,
not just a touch,but alluring snug.
Passer-bys of mournful heart,
are innocently unawares of her art,
as they clasp the wily lass,
they are devoid of worldy woes,
she steals worries all day,
kneeling for little angels,
for others,on unbalanced toes...
Woe devoid,the buyers spread,
similar happiness to unknown,
taking youthful embrace they give
sea born gifts causing mirth,
to fill empty shells,we are since day of birth.
As the day approaches end,
she is devoid now of all spirit,
for she has bartered her own smile,
for heavy burden of giving hope,
as she starts to fall,
I let her sink into my arms,
she opens her eyes now,replenished,
achieving for what her soul lay famished...
We walk the shores again,
but hand in hand,
as two people who recognize fear,
and moderate it gently,
spreading generous cheer.
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