Farewell
©December 29th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Things come to an end
At the exact time they have to.
So it seems, but we know no better.
And so, we withdraw a little
Into our shells, as we prepare
To roll with the waves,
Further and further into the sea.
Perhaps, we’ll land on the beach
Again, or meet on another rock.
In the meantime, the shell
Sings a welcoming song of home,
And we curl ourselves into it,
Each into her own, his own.
And roll softly along
the pebbled, ferny sea-floor,
Full of shifting lights, full of dreams,
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