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This beauty approaches like a melody
lost long ago by the wayward nights
of melancholy poets, with fancies 
of a million voices carried upon the surface
while she approaches
flowing within the velvet currents
the fine ruby air of her aura
seizing the passion from each surrounding aspect
while she approaches
her form and movement like the oscillation
of a temperate sea, and she
sails calmly
her passage is a composition, immense and still
and I am capsized by the tide of her