In the image of rectangular windows lies a lure

Which the flat blades of palm trees try to obscure

Yet through their gaps, across a cold white shore

Beside a frightening ravine, glitters an ocean in splendor

The naïve heart, though quivering in fear,

For a view more clear, dares to draw near

Finds an angry powerful body full of waves crashing,

The calm sweet image perceived in the glass, smashing

And lying on my back I wonder

Against the soothing pitter-patter of violent drops attacking

How beauty alone steals love

When love to offer back it is so often lacking

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