Though my life is in tatters
and I am afraid, the young deer
shakes the dew from her coat
before slowly crossing the road,
and in the field of blackbirds
there is singing.
“The Astonishment of Spring”
MUSE
Though my life is in tatters
and I am afraid, the young deer
shakes the dew from her coat
before slowly crossing the road,
and in the field of blackbirds
there is singing.
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