Echoes of a Shell

I am but a shell, 
fragile and hollow, 
echoes of the past 
resonate within, 
whispers of what once was, 
now only a faint trace.

I am but a shell, 
carrying memories, 
moments captured, 
held tight in the curves, 
smooth edges worn 
by time’s relentless tide.

I am but a shell, 
empty yet full, 
a vessel of stories, 
silent tales of the sea, 
etched in patterns, 
telling secrets only the waves can read.

I am but a shell, 
adrift on life’s shore, 
tossed by storms, 
left in the sun’s glare, 
waiting to be found, 
to be held, understood.

I am but a shell, 
beautiful in my simplicity, 
strong in my fragility, 
a testament to endurance, 
a symbol of resilience, 
in the face of constant change.

I am but a shell, 
and in my quiet existence, 
there is a profound stillness, 
a peace that comes 
from embracing 
what I am, 
and what I am not.

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