while doing maintenance
for saline protection
i see vessels
going in different directions
i see fishing boats
hoofing in the blue sea
i see birds and two unfamiliar kind
sweet as lovers can be
i see mean grey clouds
devouring the white ones
as waves of ocean clashed against the hull
making the salty floor dance
like art made out of watercolor paint
i see mountains rayless and faint
i see algeria, her beauty and bliss
what heavenly sightliness!
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