Seashell Resonance

Relentlessly reaching for the land, rolling, pulling at the sand, 

Thrashing, crashing into the rocks, that’s the way that a wave talks.

Whispers of the Sea unheard, if one could interpret every word, 

Would hold the secrets of this place, from every era one could trace, 

A seashell will always hold this sound, with hope that answers will be found, 

So someday maybe we could be, from the disease of ignorance forever free.

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