In a shell of dreams,shells dream,they...undisturbed moments,a fleeting smile,
as in an hourglass,the time.
Bouquet of scented waves,a drop of morning dew,silently -of-longing,
like snail-travelers,
who started on the grape vines in the pursuit of happiness.
On the traces left,they...gathered the memories,translucent,
as glass slipper of Cinderella,with a tear caught from heart,
to not forget the way back home...a thought burned by time.
Shells dream in a shell of dreams,they,...light talismans on way,
graced with drops of dew,
fell from the angle of the mountains,
frail velvet petals,they...hidden in heart,
grown between rocks,like moss.
