Suelynn Walters - Seashell

Lonely seashell there on the sand,
How delicate you feel in my hand:
Looking lonely as can be sitting there alone,
I pick you up and wash you off to carry home,
Such a history for certain you must tell,
Yet, they paint you in colors and you they sell,
Swish! Swish!
Roar, roar,
Ocean waves pull you out:
Roar, roar,
Swish! swish, the sound
You are left there lonely in the ground
Swish, swish,

Suelynn Walters

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