Vivid Nature

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The merest of isolations

With the purity of a newborn soul

I glide through the woods, 

sureptitiously,

As I allow the innocent melodies, 

to tickle my ears.

 

I allow myself to breathe,

in and out,

That is all I must do in this nature, 

oh so gracious!

The virtuous mother glorified the surroundings,

As she glorified me with the precious

breath of air.

 

So I stood.

In the middle and stared.

I stared through the naked branches. 

I stared at the face in the sky,

as it stared back at me,

like the eye of the Cyclopse 

under a magnifying lense.

 

There I stood...

 

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