The sun disappears behind the horizon,And we call it another day,Coming closer to life or death,Its something I cannot say..But what one looks forIs what he will find,For every one's life,is one of a kind.What we expectis what we get.Its no use tojust sit and fretThe going gets tough now and then,Fuzzy and hazy seems the path,But come to think of it,On the sea of life we are mere froth.Which forms with the wavesand eventually melts with them,At times beholding prosperityat times mayhem.Yes I'm a shell washed ashore,for all to see,Just put me to your earand you can hear the sea......
What a lovely poem!
Life and the sea... My shell has been picked from the shore, now it is sailing in the boat of expectation. As the sea is the strongest source of energy, its vast knowledge accompanies all the shells to reach their real meaning in life. Good luck to you all
You write in such a way that the reader is living your words, taken with them. I love your writing. I went to watch the sea after reading the poem but there were no shells there, unfortunately. Thank you for sharing.
dear rose.we all are shells in the sea. only we can listen to the music of life through one another....im glad this poem was able to strike a chord in you. thanks.
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Life and the sea... My shell has been picked from the shore, now it is sailing in the boat of expectation. As the sea is the strongest source of energy, its vast knowledge accompanies all the shells to reach their real meaning in life. Good luck to you all