The shell like an ancient coin ...

I picked up a shell from the beach of ribbed sand - 

It was worn thin by the tides and the long passing of years - 

I held it in my hand like an ancient coin - 

I felt the days whisper over my skin - 

I felt still within it the heat of glorious summers - 

If I closed my eyes I could see a golden shore - 

 

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Monday 4 December 2017

 

Studland 

Dorset