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Naiad....Alfred Dorn Sonnet Abarbarea , naiad of great taste, lives near clear waters of small forest lakes as guard of life within a hidden world. We caught her unawares, she dived in haste, half hidden under lotus leaves' round flakes; her long legs reaching for sun's rays, unfurled. She loves to play in water-lilies' pond, where she'll protect the eggs brown frogs just spawned. Still upside down, she keeps her body braced; we stand there, looking at her bottom half; a skirt of lotus leaves around her waist. Green watercress encircles her right calf, as if an artist's hand just had it placed; then water ripples with her gentle laugh. |
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