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My ankles sink in soothing turfs of green
Flowers tenderly embrace my knees, Rebelling bushes my waist try to reach While along the wooden moss My body molds into the trees... My arms stretch out along the branches And melt their fingers in the leaves Staring up my eyes are searching To rupture through their diadems... Steal a feeble thread of golden ray, Feel its warmth my heart invade Thus creating me a lace That from harm would keep me safe. Far and far from mortal glare Behind the sea of heathen words Untrodden paths would only dare Behold my shrieking heart's despair...
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