“Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” – Hans Christian Andersen
i am a deer girl, with antlers in my hair
and I come from who knows where
my name is like the wind, some say,
hard to catch, never quite the same,
and though it looks like i’m alone,
my friends are the wind, the fawn, and the crow.
and some may ask how old i am
but truth be told, i do not know,
for i am old as the sea
and young as the breeze,
aowever much a girl i seem.
and though i stay, hidden in the trees
sometimes i’ll peep out, through the leaves
to see the fields, the sun so high,
but once a child caught my eye.
she stared back, her eyes so wide,
at my antlers and hair and freckled cheeks,
till i pulled back my head to hide.
oh, i am a deer girl, with antlers in my hair,
and if deep into the woods you stare,
you may catch a little glimpse of me,
staring back, still as a tree.
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