vineri, 23 mai 2014

The Deer

The place was dark, was dreary and
too sad;
At night the trees told stories to the sky
too loud, 
The big black owl flew its cry through the air full of 
too much loneliness
and then there's the deer
with its deer eyes
so wide                              
so full of seas and many alands;
the deer's eyes, the fire's ambers
dancing late at night through the 
forest's heart.
I looked for the deer's eyes
so I could feel alone and
too sad
no more. 

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