We are naked at birth,
In love, and at death.
We want to be seen,
Deep beneath the skin.
We fear the wind's caresses
And hide behind dresses.
We shield from sun burn
And lose the fun tan.
We need learn to flaunt
Our skin even in Vermont.
So we can be seen,
Deep beneath the skin.
Let's strip head to heel.
That's the way to heal.
We were pure at birth,
Let us love until death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful poem, full of heart and power, if we could only be naked with our thoughts the life we live would be pure.