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Morning Walk
When I was a voyeur,
I stole out into unpeopled calm.
There was innocent dawn and her choir,
sounding her half dreaming tongue,
stretching cool fingers to touch guiltless earth;
trusting, naked.
I do not know how long I marveled in beauty’s wake,
Or what ticks I laid hidden in the grass on my return.
I stole out into unpeopled calm.
There was innocent dawn and her choir,
sounding her half dreaming tongue,
stretching cool fingers to touch guiltless earth;
trusting, naked.
I do not know how long I marveled in beauty’s wake,
Or what ticks I laid hidden in the grass on my return.
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