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Serene Mysteries
I sit on this stone
surrounded with aqua blue.
My faint curls swaying,
dancing upon the wind and waves.
I see her ballet on pearls;
leaping, gliding on sapphires.
My beating rose dreams of that,
being serene on painted glass.
The ocean holds mysteries of deep
silenced by the cerulean mirror.
Oh, how I desire to know
their secrets of untamed wilds.
