A Doe🍃 Poem by Stacy Dinmaa

A Doe🍃



Life took me to places I never knew I could be,
Feelings I never knew I could feel.
Yes I'm young but old.
Old like snow on a stone.
It hurts to know I'm like snow.
Raining on yellow boxes I'm a doe.
Innocent to the darkness of the earth,
Silent to the blankness of breath, unknown to dirt,
or the piercings of the pest,
Indeed I was crest.

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