Sheltering under the sheets of sea
how mystical that life would be?
its crests and troughs would sigh at me
how once were they bereft of dignity!
The slimy beings that flit so gay
Jerks up the hearts all along the way;
By meer or shear the imprints gnaw my thoughts
the way a sly look could just leave you at noughts!
Al-Mirabilis
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