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By the Riverbank

Naked and bare I shall stand by the riverbank,
Back straightened.
 
Amongst the soft
wandering waters,
The morning sun shall quiver in its golden hue
before my serene, pale beauty.
 
But in the valley,
Betwixt the longing-filled hills of my breasts,
A wind of blues
shall quietly roam,
Even glide down my slumbering abdomen.
 
Yearning for love I shall spring forth
toward the sun.
 
Unto my trembling love. –