The still blue that ripples with the slightest touch
The stream that travels like a train set for its course
Humid moist air that floats around the teal body
How one would long to drench away their thirst ...
Heart to heart!
And the stillness of night and the moonlight, like hushed breathing
Silently, stealthily moving across thy hair!
O womanly face!
Tender and strong and lucent with infinite feeling,
Shrinking with startled joy, like wind-struck water,
And yet so frank, so unashamed of love!
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