What Her Girl Friend Said to Him

Your sands are furrowed
by the movements
of right-spiralled conches.
The glitter of their pearls
cuts the dark.


But, tell me,
are these any good,
these white bangles you've brought,
filed from the shells of that sea?
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Ammuvanar
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