#21 Friend to the Sea

A roar, a crash
A sudden water splash
The sea, the mighty sea,
Crashing on fragile thoughts.

A girl in torn kurtas,
Her oversized dress,
Almost falling apart by the wind,
That blows in her face.

Her curls flying with the wind
A dusty smile on her face.

She looks straight
To the horizon, where the sky greets the sea.
Why is she amazed, has she never seen this?
But she seems a local, this a common scene.

No! The sea is never static, never the same,
With the evening light, an Evening sea,
With the northern winds, a Northern Windy sea.

The sea forever alone and waiting,
And she, an only friend to the sea.


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