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The paradise of shellfish

The paradise of shellfish

By RACHEL HELMSPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
The paradise of shellfish
Photo by Sidney Pearce on Unsplash

The waves swirling round and round

Golden shells glittering in the eyes

We walk on the endless beach with microwaves

The blue sea contains an infinite number of shells

All of them are buried deep in the sea like harvest potatoes

But there is a thousand pounds of sand and mud when we want to come out

The eyes of seagulls, only one is destined to love the calmness

The gentle sunlight bathes your feet

Let the sea water wash your whole body

Then let the golden shells inlay your ankles well

Like a dancer, dance the amazing dance

Where the seagulls call, the sea shells come in line

Coral reef, melt into the essence of shells

You stand on its body, feel the greatness of a thousand years and ten thousand years

When the sea is swirling and the blue waves are miles long, when a shell collector

Flying among the seagulls, accompanied by the elves roar

A thousand years of sighing, the shells are safe and sound? The fine melting sand soothes your eyes

The sea licks your wounds and gives a dream legend

The stormy waves, running against your withered heart

Closed eyes, blue sky and blue sea, still a paradise for shellfish

fact or fiction

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RACHEL HELMS

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