Seashells Poem by Bryan Taplits

Bryan Taplits

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Seashells

Some hear the ocean in its cleft
as to their ears they hold,
And view on each broad stippled back
gloried colors pink and gold.
But I hear sounds that shake and shine
With signs that all abide,
Each portrait declaims so loud and clear-
to searching ear-
'Memories enshrined inside'.

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