Open Meeting
Open sky
The blue lake has numerous
waves Is evolving with.
In the fog frenzy
The hills around
Unclean existence proves;
On this side the green is on the hill
A gentle, sweet, calm, soft
women is standing,
A few green leaves to wear;
Wet by the sound of his infinite joy
A smile of fullness on the soft lips;
Who refreshes the softness of the test
Without wasting
She subtracts the leaves.
And she is again
Occupies the same position.
But listen, friend!
Negative transgression will say--
It's nothing but nudity,
But the positives will say--
"Woman-body and earth-body
Open Meeting ”.
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