Same old

Ebb and flow.
Wave and rock.
Pretty angelic shells,
pink, mauve, and white.
The perpetual hum,
of Poseidon’s moans,
a fairytale untold,
of the depths undefined.
The ebb, the flow,
on a continuous look,
for the pretty shells,
pink, white, and mauve.
The wave and its vice,
it comes and it goes,
on a befuddled coast.
Same old, same old.
~shane~