Monday, June 16, 2014


Among trees

Fleeting peace

Darts away


Startled deer

Out of fear

Turns its head

Runs in dread

Full of distrust

Escape must

Never inert

It's been hurt

Burnt before

Was ignored

Listen, gem

I'm not them

It'll know

It'll let go

One day

It's okay

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