Staggering in a field
A deer paths its way.
Aimlessly trudging through high grass
No longer aware of the birds above
Aimlessly trudging through high grass
No longer aware of the birds above
Dropping its guard the creature
Keels over giving itself unto fate
While the calmness of the dry air soothes its passing.
While the calmness of the dry air soothes its passing.
Dusk shining its last light reflects
On the eyes of the transient being.
A soft wind creates waves in the grass
As a blink in the eye of a now weary head
Slows the heart at its core.
A gentle breath renders a close to being.
On the eyes of the transient being.
A soft wind creates waves in the grass
As a blink in the eye of a now weary head
Slows the heart at its core.
A gentle breath renders a close to being.
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