Most gentle lady of tranquility
Deep as the ocean of turbulent waves
‘Neath the surface of cool serenity
Most ardent divers become willing slaves.
Fathomless abyss of overflowing sights
Masterpiece drawn by Being immortal
The glorious feeling of flawless delights
Hidden beauty at its most natural.
Soft sounds chanted with quiet conviction
Rare oyster giving up pearls of wisdom
Profound meanings in beautiful diction
Worth more than any reigning queen’s ransom.
In the depths for that most sacred treasure
Drowning would be the holiest pleasure.
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