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" title="http://www.elf-ideas.blogspot.com" target="_blank">http://www.elf-ideas.blogspot.com.

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