As owls to oaks I know you,
in ancient springs,ravines and sunlit scenes,
persistently pushing passions and hushing lovings,
my immoratal instinct allowed to blossom in terrestrial precincts,
combined with you vulnerability is a prospect I render to the wicked,
salt is for sins, as sand is for sundown reparations,
with undefiled freedom wonders fly on winds
and no beast can deny...
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