A modern poem about shells: shells, you are only on the spectrum of the sea.
A note.
I know
You danced for a long time.
When your edges and corners
Polished by seawater
You must touch the beach.
Vaguely
Tell one's story
Write a poem
Reluctantly handed it over to Beach Press.
Every word
It's amazing.
Modern Poetry on Shells II: Son of Shell Sea? Soak in salt water,
The crystallization of the sea? Wash in the waves.
A weak body carries a hard shell,
The slender steps depict the shortness of life.
Annoying, throwing it into the sea,
What people like stays on earth.
The proud sea is fluctuating and calling,
Beautiful shops are fuller.
Friends regard you as a souvenir of friendship,
The lover hangs you proudly on his chest.
I've never walked by the sea,
Never had anything to do with the sea.
Counting treasures,
God's love echoed by the sea.
Modern Poetry III on Shells: Shell Time is like a boundless sea.
It can give, create and perfect life.
Can also be deprived.
But time has proved.
Beauty is the product of time.
Under?the?sun
Dance your colorful light.
It is also the most wonderful work of the creator.
It's such a young new shell.
But shrouded in the shadow of ignorance.
It's covered with spots.
Covered with lines
Vague and unfamiliar
But it is so ordinary and forgetful.
But time has witnessed its growth.
It always remembers the time record.
It is such a shell that has been abandoned for many years.
The sea can give you everything.
In addition to wisdom
The sea can deprive you of everything.
Except for time.
Because wisdom and time construct the vicissitudes of life.
Modern Poetry 4 on Shells: Shells are in the long river of life,
I see a shell.
It may not be gorgeous,
But it shines with the luster of pearls.
I really want to cherish it,
Hidden in my fiery heart.
Let it in the cold winter,
Feel my intense body heat.
If one day I roam the world,
I'll take it everywhere.
When I encountered difficulties in the storm,
It will become a double-masted ship.
Take me to fight the sea,
Rush through the dangerous beach whirlpool.
I lay in its warm hut,
Say it politely.
Say my sweet dream,
And the sustenance of the afterlife.