In the golden fawn of your eyes
I see the souls of a thousand young deer
I hear the sounds of their soft hooves on the earth
I see ravens against the sun
and the trees melting
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This is beautiful and entrancing. Love the deer imagery and the imagery in general. Especially the last line, it's very powerful imagery: and the trees melting.