-Poem XII-
your eyes are blue, and when you laugh,
smooth clarity reminds me
the shimmering glow of the morning,
at sea is reflected.
your eyes are blue, and when you cry,
the transparent tears in her
I include dew
on a violet.
your eyes are blue, and if your background
as a point of light strikes an idea, I think
in the evening sky
a lost star.
-Gustavo Adolfo Becquer-
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