What she lacks 
    in idealistic proportions

She makes up
        with the fullness of her smile

        How a sun envelops the savannah

        It overwhelms my dryness,
                my wrinkly facades of boredom and ill-fate

        The blue eyes quench this pessimism

                She looks directly at me

                        when smiling

    

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