Jul 2017
Childhood hangs in my room:
The fawn hops,
Runs by blossoms
And takes the grapes.
Aloof, over the river,
Bigger and wider,
The deer, kneeled down,
Watches in silence.
The fawn hops,
Runs by blossoms
And takes the grapes.
Aloof, over the river,
Bigger and wider,
The deer, kneeled down,
Watches in silence.
