Bermuda blue,
The water shimmers
Bermuda blue.
Bottle it, the blue
disappears,
A gift of heaven, lost.
Mother Nature has
No tolerance for
Childish things.
Like Mother’s bare breast
When not feeding time,
Want it,
Lust for it,
But don’t touch;
If you fuss,
She disappears
Behind white muslin.
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