Likely to be touched
by a beach comber,
she lies to rest in the sand.
At times hidden and yet
waiting for a friendly hand.
She once housed life.
Now, she seems lost
and forgotten
though the passage of time.
Fighting the sea and the weather's erosion
she remains what she has been:
a gift from nature
a precious
good looking
attractive
seashell.
Reproduced with permission of its author Emiliano Martín
GLAZED BY THE MOON-1996- page 40
© By Emiliano (Poeta48@aol.com)
