Charles Baudelaire. (№ 302334)

My dove,
Will run off the edge,
Where all, like you, perfection
And we will be there
Divide in half
Life, love, and bliss.
Of wet curtain
Misty heaven
There the sun shines thoughtfully,
As these eyes,
Where pearls-tear,
The tear of rapture trembled.
It is a world of mysterious dreams
Of bliss, of caresses, of love and beauty.
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Look at the channel
Where is the fleet dozed:
There, like a stray flock,
Their cargo ships
From the edge of the earth
Bear for you, dear.
The house and the Bay
Evening tide
Put hyacinths magnificently.
And a warm wave
Like rain of gold,
Rays he drops silently.
It is a world of mysterious dreams
Of bliss, of caresses, of love and beauty.