The sea salt water masks the scent of decay in this town
Do you remember the old days?
This decrepit land was once fresh like a newborn baby boy.
It grew and grew 
Until coral and moss expanded up every crevice 
Crawling forward and eating every last scrap of innocence
I miss the old days. 
Now this place is an old man, 
All of these wrinkles hiding its crooked past. 
Deep shadows under gloomy, dreamy eyes.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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