Treasures of the deep unknown,
Resting in a timeless zone.
Trinkets, items made of gold,
Their story sadly never told.
History safeguards many secrets,
Some it won't give up to man.
Maybe meant to be forgotten,
Fate may find it if it can.
There upon the oceans bed,
are wonderous things we'll never see,
Maybe they are meant to stay there,
A part of life's own mysteries.
Jayne Louise Davies
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