She stands by the sea crying
Waiting for her lost darling
To emerge from sad reluctant waves
To see his mother’s haggard face
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She stands by his shape groaning
“Him or not?” In a sob murmuring
How could she! He half human
Almost unnatural
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She knelt mourning by his corpse
Caressing his soggy pink limbs
Weeping for a cheaply sold soul
That got prey of a Strait pool
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Listen! Listen now!
She screams
For the only thing she needs
Crying, no! Tears won’t gratify the waves
Screaming, no! Echoes aren’t heard in caves
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Where were you, jaded woman?
When did he ride the first wave?
In or out? Indifferent woman
Alas! A poor child you could save.
Edited by Chokri Omri
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