The leafy boughs above me,
The kind blue sky beyond webbed seams,
The pacifying humming of the bees,
The sparkling rhythm of the stream;
Gleeful hues dancing in the sunlight,
Leading a sight-line to burrowed beauty
Which shadows try to hide;
But innocence pleads guilty.
I hear wood nymphs giggling,
As they skirt along to the flirting breeze;
I am almost certain they are mocking
At the creature intoxicated with ease.
I spring, then, and waltz to the shore,
Gaze at my reflection with reluctant curiosity;
The scars that the shadows ignore
Pierce my eyes with haunting clarity.
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