I flew from the perfumed ,caring flesh,
Caring for its beauty and living,
some ten months ago,
burnt log of wood, embers
did not touch me,
farther away, I am wandering ,
waiting to search for in habitat,
with hungered looks I wander
from tree to river, brook to bridge,
I look at this, that, that, this,
Some fitting shapes for myself,
till now cannot find any,
I am wandering and wandering ,
in search of somebody ,yes, some Body,
more of human, less of sinning,
I move , slithering along,
It might be some more time.
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