Whispers Of The Sea
Broken like the sea shells,
scattered in the beaches, packed in embedded necklaces.
So forlorn yet so magnificent!
the beautiful aura it had cast.
bewitched a romantic in a lucid trance.
The scars in those shells left behind
told unsung stories of storms and high tide.
But at end of the night, the storms passed out,
and a new day awaited as it pulverized desolation's brumous cloud.
One fine day, the shells found a helping hand
of a child, oh so generous and kind!
The rugged surface was smoothed out and bound in a lace,
as it adorned her subtle nape,
For it was her long awaited wedding drape.