mark anthony st. rose
Origin - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
They stood as would appear stateless, alone,
Like nascent beings exuding Nature’s nudity,
Coy, uncovered, culture yet to be.
They cower at times the sight of a new sky,
Mystified by vastnesses majestic.
They feel a freedom, abandoned
As desires now brood their naked breasts.
Luring their lustrous faces the beauty
Receding within a tremendous hush.
Sweet songs their tongues now somehow sings,
Innocence, inborn and heaven-torn
Into fragments of its boundless self.
Existence the gold-fire so sustains,
And rays religiously awakes the day.
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