The rising tide, swiftly addressed the shore.
And brought with it the currents from Amore.
The little seashell, carried away by time.
And sang a hollow melody out of rhyme.
The receptive shore, from home in distant lands.
And a sanctuary and grave in its sands.
The bigger seashell, slept sound in the sands’ womb.
And yet it was empty and felt like a tomb.
The Destiny’s threads, drawing two worlds by ends.
And a new future is weaved with cotton friends.
The two seashells, united under the warm carpet sky.
And together sang as the moon sparkled below its dye.
A topaz pendant
In the sky
Carried away by time from
Home in distant lands,
Slept sound in the
Drawing two worlds by ends,
United under the warm carpet sky;
The lit moon,
The rising tide,
The little seashell,
The receptive shore,
The bigger seashell,
The Destiny’s threads.
The two seashells.