The Conch On Limantour Beach I picked up a conch shell. Put it to my ear. I keep it on my desk. Every now and then I pick it up. A sound like wind, Only lonelier. Wind that never touched Anyone’s hair And never will. I don’t know why I keep picking it up. I’ve been on hold for years.
The Conch
The Conch
The Conch
The Conch On Limantour Beach I picked up a conch shell. Put it to my ear. I keep it on my desk. Every now and then I pick it up. A sound like wind, Only lonelier. Wind that never touched Anyone’s hair And never will. I don’t know why I keep picking it up. I’ve been on hold for years.