when i was nine
i have stood by the ocean
many times, to see her smiling
singing to me songs of hope
as i smiled with enormous amusement
observing her shore, fish that played
and coloured crabs that walked
sideways, all so close
but as i grew older
i have watched the sea aging
and now lying, an invalid
stinking with layers of rotten oil
as if she had never changed
her underclothes
and bathed not
for too many aeons
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