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allanbrunmier Dec 2019
photo in my mind
can't put away in album
love has pasted it
allanbrunmier Nov 2019
While the sun is daying
trees are swaying
now, clouds are greying

doesn’t heaven ever sleep
has the sky begun to weep
tears started to leap

wow, the gods are really sobbing
they have my emotions throbbing
allanbrunmier Nov 2019
the sound of dripping
after a mid-morning rain
trees now awaken
allanbrunmier Nov 2019
stars all glittering
dwarfing imagination
we don’t even spark
allanbrunmier Nov 2019
was it, is it
worth it
allanbrunmier Nov 2019
rivulets run free
flowing into careless streams
the ocean awaits
allanbrunmier Nov 2019
The morning mist moves stealthily through the forest glen
Bringing moisture to every den
The doe and her fawn huddle close to preserve their zen
Hidden far from the world of men

The hunter arises early with eager anticipation
An age-old tradition of human predation
A memory of youthful vacation
Past bonding of a father-son relation

What will happen this fine spring day
Will paths cross in the misty grey
Will tragedy and victory combine in some fateful way
In which direction will fortunes sway

In the silent setting, a shot rang out
The father was late with his warning shout
There was no antler above the gentle snout
Thank god, his son missed in his initial bout

This was not the hunter’s dream
Not the experience he wanted to share
It was so close to be an anguished scream
The hunter muttered a silent prayer
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