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December 05, 2022

Shell

By Anabell Donovan

Shell

Held the shell of morning
found hidden and embossed by winds
and its unknown voice knows me
in deep mines murmured by sea hands
a treasure overflows with pearls
massive and swelling divine.

Dream deep of a swelling sea
his longed-for shape upon
which lifted gales
lip salt wave beats
in the heart's blue
my sails drum
to the sound of his voice.






Article © Anabell Donovan. All rights reserved.
Published on 2022-05-30
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