You render your pneuma’s vista,
Panoramic and deep,
like a mirage beyond anyone’s reach.
And your thoughts,
untouched and pure,
like the early morning dew reposing on a faraway hill.
You are fierce like the deep blue ocean,
Calm like the snow-clad Alps,
Free like the soaring eagle,
And bold like some gushing gale.
You are the oasis in a rugged terrain,
Fragrance of some flowery bloom,
The hope of a better tomorrow,
And brightness in any dreadful gloom.
And with a soul so brave,
You touch me in many ways.
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