Ever wondered if the ocean is happy or sad?
I do on some days.
Do the jolly faces enthuse her?
Is she happy, playing tease with them?
Or sad, threatening them with her majestic waves?
I think the ocean is a prude
An elegant old maid tired of the unwanted and insensitive caress of the
careless humans
So she flicks every tarnish off her garment
The horizon is her waistline
Pretty from behind
Can’t tell what she looks like
She wears the shoreline graciously
but the hem of her dress
recklessly tarnished with filth
A lesson learnt on a reverie sojourn
To live every moment and make it count
But do it gently and be sensitive of the ocean’s feelings and
Then just maybe, she’ll be happy.
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