Night Breeze

The wind blows soft upon the nape
Of his neck; out there on the cape.
By palms that drowsy, slowly sway
Beside the ocean’s vast display

The world expands in blacks and blues
And oranges, that give him clues
Of how all colors come to mix:
What he must leave, what he can fix,

And as the wind’s caress is felt
His final frozen troubles melt;
As he ascends the lover’s throne
The night breeze claims him for her own

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