Surrender

I find myself at this farm gate again,

Peering at the deer.

I want what they have,

Serenity.

 

The field is peaceful,

Dainty legs delicately poised.

Many eyes stop and stare at me.

I gaze back.

 

They are curious and kind,

For a moment it is only us,

Eyes locked,

Our silence beautiful.

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