| Water Nymph Don't look directly at her |
| The breath in the forest, among sylvan trees stretching Makes mist in its moonglow and shrouds over your eyes See her standing, silver rainbow, right at the water's edge Eyes like a doe's and hair of nightwebs She smiles like a predator Beckons with a lash of the lid so pure Shows you drop by drop the entire river Each pebble, each fish, each coinless wish Strands of the moon make lines across your eyes And it is Venus you taste at the back of your throat Her's is bared, white plains and valleys, the land of snow Rolling gently, here it is generous You fall, but Not into water. |
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