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Turina, music full of the warm south

For any European and for me

A warm escape into some paradise—

Not Paradise nor only memory

Of North Palm Beach and coconut palm trees

But somehow just partway—

my own idea

Almost divine, or half divine maybe—

A personal savor of Paradise.

A man could fancy he was almost God

But I would rather want a palm beach

I know I cannot have,

for such a moment

Approaches Paradise.