The flower of the sea,
How wonderful to be.
This ancient rose why oceans cease,
The majesty is supreme due to ease.
The seas ebb and flow
Due to the moon below.
My beauty is seen as god sees its own,
And crowns of the queens shine and bemoan.
Each sea is resolute, mighty
As seeds are blown across happily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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