Underwater Breath

The breath of the submarine library gently unfolds,
Books drift through memory kelp, paper-spun rudders,
Pages whisper currents, seeking forgotten names,
Each volume breathes, guardian of drowned worlds.
A soft breath guides them through memory’s streams,
Memories swell within silver algae.
When you close the book, a silent tide arrives,
Leaving a small light, a name etched in the sand.