Your beauty is an unfathomable wind,
That keeps blowing,
Blowing unfathomable particle's into these wide eyes,
With these eyes stuck with its particles,
(Particle's)turning into liquid that spreads,
Like blood through a vein,
My body is now wide to that wind,
Vulnerable to an active mobility and recreation.
That particle's that spread,
Is my unfathomable, though known,
Affection I own for you.
(The observer's)
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