Seashell

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You gave me a seashell,

And I held it to my ear.

I listened to the waves swaying,

Sweeping the sand.


I heard the howling of the oceanic winds,

I heard the whispering of the sand's flowing.

I felt the sweet fragrance of the shore,

I saw the waves pulling and relaxing.


I still have it in my room,

Upon the rusty dusty shelf,

Lying dead as a memory,

As a scar, as a remembrance of your presence.


I wish I had a seashell

To the old times.

Where innocence was weapon,

And I was naive as pure.


I wish I had a seashell

Recalling to the loving times.

Where love was a mother,

That sang me lullabies everynight.


I wish I had a seashell

That whispers to the ethereal times.

Where you sent me to the stars,

And made me drift into happiness.


A starshell.

A shell that will bring souvenirs,

Of the sweet, loving times.

Where you made me see the stars even in the daylight.

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