Seashells

Can you hear its voice?

Trapped in a wrong choice

Pleading only to be heard

Wishing to be free as a bird

Its skin hardened like a cage

Its guilt rotting away with age

A king crowned in thorns

In a sea of tears he mourns

Feeling each wave caressing

Keeping all that is depressing

Under the ruling of the sun

Ever alone to remain as one

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