'And the moisture
Of his peachy skin fell
Down from sapphire divinity
A heavy dew by its shaking fingertips
Absorbed in Earthly flesh,
through veins
to mind, roots-flew, destructed, construced
The orchestra of the dizzy wind blow
Left the leaves in hypnotic serenity'
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