michaelcoccari1919
- Jul 8, 2022
- 1 min read

A blanket of sunlight lies

Across a sleeping hillside;

Deer awaken decaying leaves

To dance an alluring, enduring

Celebration of impermanence

Ingrained across memory’s gain.

Am I driving for milk or salvation?

Is there a difference worth noting?

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