Sea Scape That Stay
Every day I return
With a different sea scape.
In the first one
A bowl of well-ground
Red sandal wood paste
Had dissolved.
When sometimes
I bring the sea back
Profoundly peaceful
Like a child in slumber.
It is too light
At times I carry home
One with echo of the infinite.
I rushed back to the seaside
To return the one I brought home
Yesterday
There was a tiny fish
Caught in it!
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