The city sleeps beneath a silken veil,
Of emerald waves and whispering coral.
Sunbeams dance, like coins on shifting scales,
Upon a treasure lost, and stories oral.
Forgotten spires pierce the watery gloom,
Their windows, eyes that watch the silent tide.
Once bustling streets, now overgrown with bloom,
Where fishes glide, and shadows softly hide.
The marble statues, bleached and soft as bone,
Gaze up at skies unseen, a longing deep.
Forgotten voices, in the ocean's moan,
Of laughter, love, and secrets yet to keep.
The city dreams, beneath the ocean's sway,
A timeless echo, of a brighter day.