Beautiful Secrets

Under the surface of the water lies pearls.
Not many people know,
but they sit there
patiently,
waiting for someone to notice.

Divers come sometimes
and steal them away
still in their shells.

Beautiful secrets.

They rolll around in the hands of destroyers.
Better at the slope of sand,
the wash of the water.

I think they must cyr a lot.
For themselves, for fate.
Beautiful secrets.