Friends of the Sand

My friends are quick to speak

My friends are slow to listen

My friends are quick to become angry

they blow in the wind 

like sand on the shore

sometimes taken with sadness

sometimes taken with joy

I, the sea shell

once filled with life

now dry as the sand

by Kayla Jentes



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