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The gentle waves whisper secrets to the shore
As the seashells glisten in the sunlight
A symphony of colors, shapes, and textures
Each one with a story to tell

The ocean breeze carries tales of distant lands
Of pirates and mermaids, of shipwrecks and lost treasures
The rhythm of the sea drums in my heart
A lullaby from Mother Nature's own lips

I walk along the sandy shore
Feeling the cool water tickle my toes
A sense of peace washes over me
In the presence of this vast, eternal world

I pick up a seashell, hold it to my ear
And listen to the song of the sea
A melody of memories, of dreams, of hopes
Echoing through the chambers of my soul

can i be a seashell?
part of a whole
forgotten, buried in sediment
slowly chipping away
and turning into sand

can i be a seashell?
found amongst the grain
an incomplete half
yet kept solely
because they found me pretty

can i be a seashell?
a collector's item
displayed on a shelf
collecting dust

it's better than wasting away
only to get kicked up
or thrown in someone's eyes

i wish i was
a seashell.