“Someday I will pick up shells of every colour And probably even rob the sea of its wonder Yet I won't find… — Sanhita Baruah Copy Share Image
“He circles the shrines, scanning each of them. There's one made in exclusively soft shades of pink, with a bouquet of blush… — Kiana Krystle Copy Share Image
“In June we picked the clover, And sea-shells in July: There was no silence at the door, No word from the sky.… — Cecil Day-Lewis Copy Share Image
