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Sea Shells

Kaleigh Stock

Goodbye Nene

There is nothing left to say

Before I turn my face toward eternity

Away from the spark that was life

As I walk into the deserts ahead

I trail sand and seashells behind

For mermaids and Gods to find

A small trail of memories,

All left of my brief existence

Soon, the footprints in the sand will wash away,

And even the shells will be crushed among so many others

Folding into the vast beaches of the story of my kind

Forgotten by all

But the songs of you who know

These beaches would not exist

Were it not for each of our offerings