Prelude to the moistness of abandonment
rounded scent of the undergrowth
desire for secret groves musicality
damp tepidness dressed in languor
tender stripping of the canopy
with a little bitter touch of sap ...
dewdrop that waters thirsty humus
laziness on a sweet slope ...
Delicious imbroglio of loves strayed
on the maze of a prelude to birth ...
At the hour when you'll be this naked nymph
revealing herself at the fresh spring ,
afternoon verdant reverie ,
bold faun emerging from the thicket ...
Offering from the bush that becomes mouth ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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The music in your words and the feeling of nature's embrace. So vivid and sensual.
The masterpiece of a great composer to whom I lend a few words in tribute !
And the axe is laid at the root of the tree.
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