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Description
Starts the overture: strings, in time with the glint
Of nebula above the sea. Fishy lovers, in rhythm,
Uncurl around her ankles, naked but for the freckles
And a choir of bells, that on a heartstring twinkle

There is poetry in the way her pearly fringe revolves
The strands fall, intertwine with lashes and, like lyrics
Magnify pagan eyes, ever-unblinking prayers
To the mute evolving altars of her teeth

She tastes of sand and smells of voices awaking
Beams of light are shells, strung through her hair
Countless bathing of the sun in a melodic ocean
Of hazy coral and copper floss, combed with care

And the stars are dancing in her soaked skirts
Swaying to the swell of her wrists, so frail
As she cries for home, breathing under waves
Drowning in an aria to the last dream of men

Description
Starts the overture: strings, in time with the glint
Of nebula above the sea. Fishy lovers, in rhythm,
Uncurl around her ankles, naked but for the freckles
And a choir of bells, that on a heartstring twinkle

There is poetry in the way her pearly fringe revolves
The strands fall, intertwine with lashes and, like lyrics
Magnify pagan eyes, ever-unblinking prayers
To the mute evolving altars of her teeth

She tastes of sand and smells of voices awaking
Beams of light are shells, strung through her hair
Countless bathing of the sun in a melodic ocean
Of hazy coral and copper floss, combed with care

And the stars are dancing in her soaked skirts
Swaying to the swell of her wrists, so frail
As she cries for home, breathing under waves
Drowning in an aria to the last dream of men