Inside This Woman's Heart
Of all that, doe-like, yearnful
Curled up in sleep
One made to spring.
Of all that, wren-like, blissful
Up out its nest
To soar, to sing.
More susceptive to, as tis
The light step of
An approach, slow.
More impressed by, in words' rush
Nothing more rough
Rustlings, leaves show.
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