Masiela Lusha (23 October 1985-? / Tirana, Albania)
When twilight charms the city breeze
The sea hums near but far beneath.
A film of milk stretches past sight
Glazes the moon, open and bright.
The sea's black crystals sway and shift
Reflecting the spoils of heaven's gift.
Far beneath the liquid stars,
Lies troves that rival those afar.
What sunken ships tell us creatures
What water-buried whispers feature.
Pearls and gems sparkle a story
Of Man of Beauty of Infinite Glory.
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