The Shell
The shell I see
is the shell I found
Or more like it found me
As I see its length
As I see its width
I feel like I found that shell before
And it’s somehow related to me.
I always thought shells were pretty
and elegant. They were neat and tidy
too but this one is really interesting
It was perfect except for some pieces
of dirt and sand. It looks almost
pure white. Like a pearl, like a snow flake
Like the perfect shell.
-Claudia Z. 5th