Coloured Seashells

Cinnamon Sugar coated fingertips,

Sea breeze whipping your hair into your face,

Shore mates tight on your toes,

The sound of sea birds squawking,

I griped tightly onto the seashell I found in the water and walked toward my mother,

I sat down next to her, and placed

The seashell between us. Its’ milky

pinkish colour seemed eternal.

Just like us.

 

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