I wake up with sandy arms
Salt on my skin
The sun melts across the sea
Dreamy in its horizon
With coconut trees, I sway into sleep
And dream of distant trains
Shuffling feet on metal floors
Under a different sea
Amidst the sweat and blank stares
I hear crickets calling out to the night fishermen
Drenched in the butterscotch waves
Of foam and djinns
Ants crawling below the nearby candlelight
Wandering where they belong
Where we belong
We follow the trail marks at the shore
Abandoned train tracks and paws
Washed, incomplete and free
Palm trees ,dry and scattered
Crumbling under our feet.

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