The Forest Posted on October 7, 2011 by deerkitty Strike down the deer It hollows the heart With every word we further part The open face, the hidden chase Does the hiding make them lies? The shining fowl cries Into a silent wood All for the good If we never hear of it, it didn’t happen. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
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