The gardens of Eden lie beneath
the sea.
   
Silentish.
 
Filtered currents cold and warm.
Below, the darkness of the depth
and just beneath the surface,
where the sun makes sense
of riot colours and of shapes I don't believe,
things are somewhat lighter all around
and wondrous sharks like swords of glass
slip by.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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