The Stag © Sarah Myers

The Stag

Sarah Myers
Nov 4 · 1 min read

Bearing a king’s crown
The eyes of a repentant child
A coat of the gold of the corn

Wandering purposely
Through the carpets of dew
Softly, so softly
The mist does not break
And no trail is left
Through the earthbound cloud

The shoulders of mountains
The flanks of a meteor
The feet light as swallow’s flight
Just denting the frost.

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Sarah Myers

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Artist, Writer. I listen to art and go word-watching.

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