The nymph of oak
forever young
kisses the serpent
of the eye.
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Beneath the hand made of serpents
two have become one.
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The birds of Lesbos
play the beautiful horn of the dawn
as the sun peaks over the horizon.
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Wandering aimlessly
through the garden of desire,
I joyfully pick
the flowers of pleasure.
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