in the hills, once again i stand,
blue from far, and near green;
a portrait, from nature's hand,
colors, everywhere to be seen.
what, but their beauty does mean,
unless by my angel's eyes, seen!
on the golden sea shore i stroll,
gentle waves wrapping my feet;
the blue sky, as if melts and fall,
like the beloveds meet.
the golden sand is, but full of gloom,
i pine for your touch, like burning June!
yet, near me always you are,
in busy streets, and lonely palms;
i try to escape, far and far,
only to find me, in your invisible arms.
seems, i behold that eternal creed
always where, we meet.
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