She Remembers...

Many Journeys

She lies on the beach

Pushed and pressed by the tide of

The approaching night

Trying to hang on...

Desperately holding onto

The Sand, and yet

She feels so empty

And hardened..

Once she held new life..

Now this life is gone..

She feels nothing more than a shell

A lifeless thing on the sand..

As the final tide rushes forth

To push her body

Into the waiting sea

She remembers....

She IS nothing more

She NEVER was

She NEVER will be

More than a Seashell.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know why I wrote this....

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Haithem saad Ziane's picture

She will remember that this wonderful poem is written especially for her...
warm regards

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