Seeping young light in turquoise quarters
Dancing to foamy wave jazzy tunes
Seashell in sugary sand, heart swoons
New found trinket or decades of story
Hung in my backpack, a charm of glory
In between classes and vacation days
The seashell clunked through glimmering rays
Left the city, enclosed it in a memory box
Found its twin on a week of beach walks
Asked it... if it has ever heard of the moon
One causing tides... or the one I write as runes
It told me stories of years that have been
Of places past belief, and a summer scene
Kept it on desk through virtual meetings
Through zillion sessions and countless seatings
Gifted it to the ocean on a star-marked day
When my feet sauntered on a half-paved way
Days and months cycled off and flew
Finally, on a bench by the pines, found a shell, new.
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