Mare Creative Universe Beth Terry 1997

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Come, dear beautiful boy,
Come closer to the shore!
And if you wish, I will prepare
a lovely bath for you.

You see, the sea spreads
mirror-bright before you;
no little wave shall stir,
the sea obeys me.

Enjoy the pleasures of the bath
in the embrace of blue waves
and gaze from afar at my beautiful
crystal summer castle.

With clear amber windows,
with mother-of-pearl door:
You come at its sight
as if you were in heaven.

And my gardens completely,
where tree stands beside tree
with fruits of many kinds,
you can hardly know the names.

And wondrous birds sing
in multitude on every branch,
the senses, child, fade away
when listening to one almost.

Come, give me your hand, come!
The tide is shallow and warm;
See here many colorful shells
displayed for show.

Come, come! I will give you plenty
of corals, pearls;
When you return home, mother
and sisters will thank me.

And you shall taste fruits,
like you have never tasted;
Come, give me your arm, boy,
so that nothing frightens you.

The boy approaches the Nixie,
cannot resist her,
enters the waves; no eye
has seen him since then.
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It's a pity that there is no comment yet on this beautiful scent. But I will make an effort and catch up on that now.

The poem is so beautiful and when you spray "Mare," it fits like a glove.

With closed eyes, you can see the Nixie, the boy, can smell the scent of sea, wind, algae. It smells like vacation, fresh, salty, a little tingling from the ginger, but just as a perception: "Ah yes, there it is, the little sharp ginger." "Mar" is initially a bit cool, but that quickly settles.
When the wind rushes through the hair and then becomes quieter, a beautiful, softly powdery side of this scent develops, making you feel like a Nixie, enveloped by the sea and silk.