Heat

Walking through the wood
In this weather hot
I think on should,
And should not.

I shall be good.
But, I have heard tell
That nymphs herein
Dwell.

Some say, that they
Are shy.
I shall stare at the sky
For, therein,
Sin
Is not.

Above, the hot
Sky,
Whilst below
Nymphs go
By.

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