Shells
by A. (from Albania)

I hold the shell.
It has many colours – brown, white
and a rainbow shiny centre.
 
I hold the shell to my ear,
hear the ocean sound.
 
I remember collecting shells
from the beach in Vlora.
 
I remember how the sunlight made
the shells glow.
 
I remember the summer, the sun
happy with my family.
 
I took the shells home,
put them in a glass box
When I was tired of school
I would look at them,
think of summer.
 
I hold the shell now
and I’m back on that beach.

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