Seaweed Love

mangrove forests, a dirty stench
gnarled trees twisted by time.

a broken bridge remembers a time
emotions recollected in tranquility.

hard edges rounded, weathered
time's stories engraved, perhaps remembered.

dangling feet, intoxicated laughter
murky green... comes alive...

seaweed frozen in time....
...... in my mind.

Nasra Roy.