they say you hear the mermaids sing,
or even sounds of the waves rushing in...
when she put that sea shell to her ear,
she could faintly make out sorrow whisperings...
the empty shell tells secrets none would understand
a hermit crab once lived there homeless yet content.
grains of sand left scratches on the walls, writing without a pen
written lyrics of dolphins who sang tunes of what they meant.
hollow shells whisper loudest,
silent tears speaks the most words.
just by sitting 2 inches away meant too much,
but still not enough to mend the shell...
nor the broken heart.
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