Bohemia’s sea, which Shakespeare gifted,
fabled, a mistake, a feel-good pun,
something just like love, hope, faith uplifted,
a non-swimmers’ sea, for walking on,
a sea waterless, no surf-foam bubbles,
a sea of your wishes, limitless,
a sea of dead lore, a sea of troubles,
a sea drowned in body cells, alas,
a sea self-deceiving, danger-tossed,
a sea mumbling, in a tongue long-lost,
a sea mired, which our times consume,
a sea that’s left cliffs, and shorelines bare,
a sea petrified, of love and care,
a sea full of grief, our cradle, tomb.
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