Friday 29 October 2010

The White Hart




It still made him wonder.
He'd never believed she could actually be his, the only white deer in the forest.
But she must have grown weary of solitude. Because she came to his clearing one day, and leapt into his heart.

 And though unroped and unchained, she grazes there still.






50-word poem by Lisa Falzon
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