Blue-World
I conquered many heights
Mountain crests, and skies
Have seen the childish sun
Waking up in a silver dawn
Saw Atlantic howl Bermuda
Used cumulus cloud’s mouth
Saw man step on the moon
Shaken, had sweat on spine
But none match blue world
That lives in your black eye.
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