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Reminded me of Rimbaud...the third line confuses me, but reminds me of a group of verse I did in the past (I'll post below). The couplet,

"daily strolls along the pebbled coast of le grand bleu,
the dream, the wish, the sheer impossibility of you."

Absolutely adore these two lines. It lingers as if I were walking in the sand thinking of a person that caught my eye moments before and knowing it could never happen.

The Fall of Phaeton

Amber rain scorches the sands of lost Time,
As helion horses defy the son.
Weeping tears of tangerine flames they climb,
Ivory palaces of Athens undone.
Prides cupreous charioteer fallen,
Lain barren amongst the rotted remains
Of fruitful gardens' eroded pollen,
Wilted roses gilded with Phaeton's brains.


PS - if you could please explain to me what you envisioned when you wrote the third line...much appreciated.