Deer crash like thunder
Over the brittle, dead leaves
then there is silence.
The crickets offer
to sing me their lullabies
and I refuse them.
The muddy river
meandering to the sea
a slow return home.
Deer crash like thunder
Over the brittle, dead leaves
then there is silence.
The crickets offer
to sing me their lullabies
and I refuse them.
The muddy river
meandering to the sea
a slow return home.
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