Seashell I Compare Thee Dress

As you read the lines of a poem from your admirer, a breeze flows through your seashell-colored dress, causing your tiered sleeves to ripple like the sea. The white sands tumble in the wind while your frock’s pleated neck trim and flowery eyelets flutter in the air. After your stroll, you sit on the shore, remove your crocheted sandals, and take out a notepad from your basket-woven bag. The sun peeks out from the horizon, and the first lines of an answer pour through your feather pen.More

As you read the lines of a poem from your admirer, a breeze flows through your seashell-colored dress, causing your tiered sleeves to ripple like the sea. The white sands tumble in the wind while your frock’s pleated neck trim and flowery eyelets flutter in the air. After your stroll, you sit on the shore, remove your crocheted sandals, and take out a notepad from your basket-woven bag. The sun peeks out from the horizon, and the first lines of an answer pour through your feather pen.