Conversations With Life

All your words
Meaningless
As cockleshells
Emptied out
And hollow
Though still
As pretty as ever
As sunlight hit
And prisms lit
This sandy beach
At dawn
Then yet
Exposed
Bleached out
To grey
When tides
Brought in
This
Day
M P 17/11/21

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