The summer hues of June
Laid gleefully on her cheeks
Flowers of bright yellow strewn
Cherubic deer trotted o’er peaks

Gliding like a bird, as wings appear
What joy it is to dart down the hill
Gushing with compassion and revere
Time, she stood in awe, still

But the curse to be eternally bound
In a body of mind-numbing neglect
This material life has me confound
Can I pray to leave, never resurrect?

- Originally Published in 'Poetry in Form'



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