deep, dark ocean
womb vortex of secrets
there lies a black pearl
reflecting ominously
the pure ivory 
of its parent oyster
there in reign
 I lie too
   let me lie
 disturb not my watery repose
    for if i rise
i shall swallow you whole.                
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I hail the personification of anger as it is and willed to be. You write with great conviction and exemplary style. Thanks. arya. And of course, I am unable to send you any message.
an intriguing piece of writing. We have an english proverb 'Let sleeping dogs lie' i suppose it applies equally to oysters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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