A classic poetic form, a lyrical impression... I perceive it as a scene from a fairy tale.
She is my star, Amaryllis, who, beneath the full moon, sleepily caresses the foam of southern seas beside the atoll of Harmony... Night after night (waiting for a miracle) I wander in a fever dream near the Cape of Hopelessness; I yearn for her helpless tenderness... When the first rays of dawn finally light up the horizon and the voice of a distant bard is carried on the breeze, I’m breathless with amazement… Amaryllis slowly emerges from the waves in a long, silver robe tinged with the hue of pink seashells. Pearls like tears glisten in her thick, curly copper hair, and moonlight gleams upon her sandals of seaweed... The surf roars, the sky descends toward the water. She raises her slender arms and casts upon me the net of her capricious desire. Suddenly, I sink into the depths...
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