Bare-naked Identity
' spread my appendages like the Vitruvian man. I'm as bare and naked as I can ever be. I'll fly away when everything has all been done. I'd be reborn the same butterfly, soaring free. When will I ever hear the flutes and reeds of Pan, Celebrating the return of my dignity? I welcome the blazing rays of the brilliant sun; They do remind me of my belovèd country. ' spread my wings and flap them, I am your butterfly; With you on my back, to the skies I'll bravely fly; I will free your mind, and you will open my heart. To me, my Belovèd, you are a work of art! Everyone, spread yourself like the Vitruvian man; Bask bare-naked, be proud of your identity! About the Author: aLfie vera mella, otherwise eLf, is a nurse in profession and a literatus in avocation. Read more about him on http://www.elf-ideas.blogspot.com. Source: www.isnare.com |