By Joseph Childress
Shells
On the sea shore
Share sounds from the ocean
She tells deep stories
Of unknown territories
From what lies beneath
Where no man has reached
To the land of the beach
In my hand, you teach
The shortcomings of speech
I learn lessons
On how to listen
Admiring the mussels
Of mollusks
Their tongue
I cant I see
Yet they scream "I'm free"
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
By Joseph Childress
Shells
On the sea shore
Share sounds from the ocean
She tells deep stories
Of unknown territories
From what lies beneath
Where no man has reached
To the land of the beach
In my hand, you teach
The shortcomings of speech
I learn lessons
On how to listen
Admiring the mussels
Of mollusks
Their tongue
I cant I see
Yet they scream "I'm free"
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