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In a forest with no mirror,
To the eyes of God none dearer,
Lives a lone fawn that fawns not.
Treading softly on the grass she’s
Crushed the rush and rushed the crushes,
Dreaming of her amaranth.
She knows not the rocks from flowers,
For amidst these early hours
She’s only been hit by one.
Her mind raced in thoughts confounded,
But despite heartthrobs unwanted,
Her step is again now calm.
Eyes dancing with joyous laughter,
She sings out her silent light that
Rocks and flowers like alike.
Looking high at heaven’s towers,
From afar she smells the flowers
Waiting to be kissed by one.
But my dear deer, not a flower
By its own will and its power
Ever leaves the land he loves.
They too wait for a desired
Brown-eyed fawn to quench their fire,
But alas they move cannot.
Thus Sisyphus’ sweet sweat showers
Brows of deer and crowns of flowers
In a world that’s wired weird.
Now the forest with no mirror
To the eyes of God none dearer
Witnesses the fawn’s first tear.
She will learn amid her hours
To dodge rocks and pluck the flowers
Till she finds her amaranth.
And the forest will behold her
Eyes of brown alone no longer
Grow old with her amaranth.