Perception.
She reclines on the banks of a quiet pond
Naked as a new born babe
Revealing gifts nature bestowed on her
without guile or shame.
Behind the hedges, trees and shrubs
Eyes bulge at the sight with disgust
condemning her this immoral wench, a loose woman.
Yet sin is not with her in that innocent pose
but in the eyes of the beholder
reflecting the lust within his own heart.
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