Looking At Hare, Looking At Me
Soft eyed promoter, softer
Evening's light within
One hare, of what, too, my heart
Drew, moistily, out.
Through which quietness, more airs'
Wild herb scents hung in
Enlarged a soul's own focus.
"Bondship,!" Each thought-sprout.
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