Cast into still air
Still its ether hangs
Tall pampas grass
Faced into the ocean wind
Still it stands erect
Silk scarf so finely spun
Lays light upon your shoulder
Still its quiet resounds
On the crest of sand and down
Still its hope glistens
Perfume; worn with a lovers touch
On a neck nape softly under spun
Still its dream captures
The vacation so easily missed
On the calendar often read
Still its love we kissed
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