Beneath the surface, deeper still,
The ocean murmurs, never still.
Whispers of sailors, names long erased,
Their stories woven, never replaced.
Forgotten dreams in shifting sands,
Lost cities slumber beneath its hands.
The waves, they tell but half the tale—
The rest, it keeps behind a veil.
A sunken ship, a lover's cry,
A silent prayer beneath the sky.
In every crest, a phantomly trace,
Of lives long gone, without a place.
It holds them close, a secret deep,
Where time is forsaken, and silhouettes sleep.
The ocean knows what we forget—
It holds the past without regret.
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Note from the Poet: A poem pulled from the heart of the ocean's secrets. Always deeper than what you see on the surface, right?
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