Submerged Elegy

Beneath the surface, where time dissolves, A woman's gaze pierces the depths of the soul. Her eyes, windows to a world untold, Reflect the echoes of a forgotten whole. The water cradles her, a silent embrace, Its cool embrace a mirror of her face. Her hair, like tendrils of the sea, entwined, A dance of life and death, a rite defined. The red roses, symbols of love and loss, Float around her, a haunting, gentle toss. They whisper secrets of a bygone age, A tale of beauty, now submerged in rage. Her expression, a mask of serene grace, Holds the weight of the world in her space. Yet, in her stillness, there's a quiet strength, A testament to the power of her length. For in the depths, where light fades to gray, She stands as a beacon, a guiding way. A symbol of resilience, a soul reborn, In the embrace of the ocean, forever torn. This is her story, written in the deep, A submerged elegy, where dreams do sleep.