Just like the seashore in a shell
which sounds as if the sea itself therein should dwell,
but only is an echo
of your own pulse that through its windings go;
how to be sure that deep within
yourself does not all else as well begin?
Just like the seashore in a shell
which sounds as if the sea itself therein should dwell,
but only is an echo
of your own pulse that through its windings go;
how to be sure that deep within
yourself does not all else as well begin?