She is the SEA

Sailing in the sea like a pirate, 
she stole many hearts,
the fishes called her the queen of sea,
her smile could make the sea wavey,
her tears made it cry,
every evening she collected the oyster shells,
where her grace enriched the pearls,
and her touch made the pearls shine,
her eyes rained in happiness seeing that,
then one day she was no more in this world,
sea was in tears, 
searching for her with waves and groaning sounds all day,
the night silence of the sea invited people to die,
knowing the sea's pain she turned into a beautiful pearl with the same grace,
happy sea kept her safe in her 
and now she is the SEA.

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