A seashell
within a seashell
within a seashell
maybe i’m the pearl,
maybe i’m the grain of sand
how would you know
what i am?
layers upon layers
of calcified shine
years upon years
of soaking in the brine
till the scent of the sea
is in my blood
and the song of the whales
is my voice
hold me close to your ear
listen to me sometime
i’ll whisper to you secrets
in oceany rhyme
and if you feel my gentle heat
radiating in your palm
know that it is me
telling you who i am
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
17.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 6:52 AM UTC
A seashell
within a seashell
within a seashell
maybe i’m the pearl,
maybe i’m the grain of sand
how would you know
what i am?
layers upon layers
of calcified shine
years upon years
of soaking in the brine
till the scent of the sea
is in my blood
and the song of the whales
is my voice
hold me close to your ear
listen to me sometime
i’ll whisper to you secrets
in oceany rhyme
and if you feel my gentle heat
radiating in your palm
know that it is me
telling you who i am
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
17.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
random nonsense inspired by my cover photo...
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