Tongues of mist paint the green valley grey, while
Dew sparkles on the antlers
Of a lone stag, standing watch.
The bullet enters behind the shoulder.
A chorus of birdsong rides
Beams of sunlight.
About the Creator
Adam Kolozetti
My name is Adam and I am a storyteller. Remembering that was a journey, and now I write stories and meditations that reflect not only my own personal human experience, but also the spiritual journey that comes along with creating.
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Comments (1)
Beautiful! And sad, I think