Madeira From The Sea
Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea; Softly the dream grows awakening, shimmering white of a city, Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms. High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers, Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep, Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.
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"Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Sara Teasdale delivers a powerful performance in "Madeira From The Sea"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...