Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

shell

16 June 2013

shell

 

An empty shell

echoes the wind’s caressing touch,

An empty shell

holds secrets only it can tell.

Reminds me of myself so much.

I say the most when I am just

an empty shell.

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16 June, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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