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She sells shells from off the beach
Lifts the pennies from their eyes
And then fades away,
Slowly drifting through the crowd
Clothes that cannot mark her time
Whispers in their ears.
Hand scratch scars upon her face
Trace the days she never had
Curled upon the ground,
Rock-pool tears that kiss the shore
As the sea calls out her name
Disappears once more.
And for awhile we see
All as it’s meant to be
Until we turn away
Back to the world we made
And all the things we see
How we want it to be
A world we’d never change
Or seek to rearrange
Angry tides rise up again
Sweep away all that she knew
Kisses on the sand,
Faces lost amongst the clouds
Trapped forever in her box
Buried out at sea.
She sells shells from off the beach
Lifts the pennies from their eyes
And then fades away,
Slowly drifting through the crowd
Clothes that cannot mark her time
Whispers in their ears.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019