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Under the shadows of Albatross wings,

below the cacophonous calamity of

seagulls' unbridled mirth  at breeding time,

for us a secret hideout waits like a dream

far below the sea's foamy weaves

where corals reefs gleam in fluorescent glory

here, you with your nimble fingers would

caress my ****** moments and bring them  alive.

There, day or night makes no difference

for any being, from a sea horse to an ancient turtle.

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A blue light pervades there  like eternity's smile

will you come with me to be my bride for ever?

I'll ask jelly fish to meld a wonderful wedding dress

more silvery than moonbeams falling on the foamy waves

none could ever imagine how it 'd look on your petite figure.

(Oh! for now I and you would forget  that we are perishable)

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The most peaceful coral castle we'll take over,

make life an extended adventure, play water games with mermaids

dolphins would be our horses, on which we'd gallop to long distances

become innocent like the children of yore, and see truth of life.

On the blue whale's back we'd sunbath, shoot arrows of flying fish,

to low hanging clouds to make copious rain ,  bring the skies down.

A giant squid for a day will be our moving bed, on it we'll bill and coo,

know each other's little whims, like no other man and woman had done,

we'll swim beyond the limits of elements, air, earth, land water and space.

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Once in a while, we'll come up, to see the sad realities our ilk breeds above,

let us stalk chemical polluters like ghosts, pay them in the same coin,

till they give up, we'll chase trawler boats, that **** all creatures

big and small unconcerned of a holocaust, constantly perpetrated,

takes only what gets them profit, the rest allowed to float dead!

Let's drive away other marauders of sea life, scare the living daylight out of

whale hunters, make sure oil spill will never happen again, even once.
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when everything is done, we'll grow pleasantly tired

dream an effulgent cloud, the bliss, leave our skin and bones

the old dress tired of us, wanted to say good bye as all others

we'd  become a florescent light, the algae sing at the depths

throughout the seabed; we'll soon be one with the blue eternal.