Your ageless eyes
Are penetrating mirrors
Which shape the world
By their reflections, beautifying it.
The Edge of wood in the distance
Becomes a moving, iridescent temple,
Celebrating the birth of spring.
And these immense mountains,
Aspire to join the heavens
Above our heads,
twirling.
This reality that surrounds us
Is the one you chose
And your dreams dress our sphere
An ideal picture unfolding
In the light of our eyes,
In the sound of your voice.

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