It all began in the mind. The first fine print Captured the image of the wind, The tint of morning. The instant of your look Leaped on my lens As a trout in a brook Shivers the somnolent waters. Large on my lens Is the flower of your face, And all my days Open bouquets of light At your focused gaze.

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