Leucothea

A white goddess
Listens to the songs of sirens,
To the rhythm of waves,
The way she behaves
Is unique.
She is a shadow,
A mystery,
Part of the marine
History,
She is an agreement
Of the elements -
A rush of the wind
And a game of the waves,
A gem of its kind
In an endless sea
Of a celestial mind.


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