An Untitled Poem I Once Heard In A Seashell

My poetry is empty.
Words washed away by the infinite waves,
taken to the deep ends of unseen waters
leaving my lifeless seashell awash,
crackling on a rocky beach,
yet the voice is there,
humming hope in someone else’s ear.

01/03/2016 © Waseem Sherif

 

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