She’ll wear seashells 

Escape my lense

Count the seashells and each year

That we lived,


Is enough for the rest of my passing life,

I have lived,

Now, it is just the

Sacrifices for people who had not lived

While we did

But the truth is

What a life!



Now I have no more wishes,

As all are inside me ,

As you,

We may have lost,

But won,


In soul,



Next life,

My hand will wear this seashell bracelet

By you,

Till then it remains

In my hearts’ niche’.

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