we collect sea shells
holding them up to our ears
the sea is calling
frail shells of starved flesh
rags draped over boney frames
we die for fashion
children are spoiled
when parents shell out money
it has no value.
kat -16 February 2017
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word: Shell,





February 16th, 2017 at 10:07 pm
Deep thought again 👍
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February 16th, 2017 at 11:28 pm
I have my moments. 🙂
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February 16th, 2017 at 11:34 pm
Inspiring moments… I guess
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February 17th, 2017 at 12:36 am
👍🏻😊
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February 16th, 2017 at 11:01 pm
I love listening to sea shells straight from the sea. So enchanting.
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February 16th, 2017 at 11:26 pm
Yes they are. 😊
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February 17th, 2017 at 1:43 pm
Good ones!
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February 19th, 2017 at 4:31 pm
Awesome series. 🌹
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February 19th, 2017 at 7:40 pm
Thanks Dorna. 😊
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