We collected our shells from the shoreline,
listening deeply to hear the whispers of
Sorrows.
But all that was heard was a fabrication
of what needed to be heard,
No reparation.
There is a breeze on the shore, it carries
our cares away. We moved on again as
there are always more shells to listen upon.
Our feet collected on pebbles,
throwing one it skipped for a moment
sinking like the apology never said.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
We collected our shells from the shoreline,
listening deeply to hear the whispers of
Sorrows.
But all that was heard was a fabrication
of what needed to be heard,
No reparation.
There is a breeze on the shore, it carries
our cares away. We moved on again as
there are always more shells to listen upon.
Our feet collected on pebbles,
throwing one it skipped for a moment
sinking like the apology never said.
