Beautiful, that I
have known people with minds like Mediterranean skies,
no matter what grey black fleeting clouds
may come,
these minds always reset to blue thoughts.
Beautiful, that I
have known people with lucid eyes like icy salt water,
no matter what mud may spoil the pool,
what sludge, clay or silt may spill,
these eyes retain February’s fresh look.
Beautiful, that I,
have known people with hearts ceaseless as Caribbean waves,
no matter what storms may weather their surface,
these hearts remain sublime
as that first day we saw them.
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