Let the mild winds caress
Your flourishing skin.
Where you have been
No human can imagine.
Your mind may kiss dreams
As soft as the caressing breeze
As regular as the pounding of a clock.
Your heart as solid as a rock
And as fluid as feelings
May preserve your fragile flock
And hasten your healings.
Let the mild winds caress
Your flourishing skin
Where you have been
No sane man can imagine.
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