The fragrant Earth passes into twilight
As the last fishing vessels return from the sea
To calls of gulls and excited children
Accompanied by clouds of rain
We sit here still and silent not minding
As the sky begins to gently weep
Perhaps of joy for love like ours
That she witnesses from above
I look at you and drops tickle your nose
You smile and wipe one from my cheek
I am frozen by your touch and
Through the mist your eyes I see
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