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Glorious sight, my soul's seen.
Raindrops drum a bebop beat,
her gaze captures my upbeat,
a melody sharp, serene.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Violin strings trace her form,
curves where water carves and warms,
a rhythm fierce, yet pristine.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Her damp dress clings, whispers low,
silken notes the rain disclose,
each chord awakens a dream.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Lightning strikes, my heart takes flight,
her song drowns the storm’s delight,
my forte rises to come clean
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.

— The End —