Such beauty in your pristine edge
Precision killer of my stroll
When summer’s heat extends
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And pant to unclad leg migrates
In summer breeze that soothes the soul
Exposing flesh to that which rends
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No wrath to insects, bees or sheep
Just to my naive naked limb
From what beneath the ivy bends
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©Stephen Tanham




























I love the ‘primitive’ nature of this …just marvelous, It stirs something deep within 🙂
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Love the line “naive naked limb” . awesome images!
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