Wings on air
in the misty morning
a tiny
fluttering
reaches my ears
Eyes fixed
on a cloudy sky
The sun plays with me,
in and out of the trees
A soft rustle-
I turn over
my shoulder
A piece of
the forest,
small and fragile
The fawn blinks,
takes a step,
another,
tilts her head
and smiles.
I swear she smiles.
She flicks one ear
at me
in greeting,
in farewell,
in a simple infinity,
turns her head
and bounds away.
Wild,
it leaves me breathless
a touch of infinity
can't look back
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