On the sun drenched banks
the mermaid reclined
watching the eternity
passing patiently
counting the years forgone
waves shackled like a beast
stormed the shore wailing
the fishermen's huts were lit
in the distant gray
dusk receding
blue diffuses into oblivion
twilight serenity descends
was she sea sick?
in the morning I saw nothing
only the shape of that mermaid
on the sands remained.
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