somewhere in a box
within a box
there are seashells
far away from their origin.
they lay in anticipation.
inside their hardness,
live the sound of seas
yet the blue sky
and salty water
are far from their lips.
these vessels, stolen
from their place
it seems, so long ago.
emotional milestones
of events unfolded.
now the sea's stones
are folded away
tightly from the light,
lying dormant until
new tides whisper intimacies
into their emptiness.
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