Christmas present from Alice
For Haze
A sculpture in the wood it is
When standing, capturing every subtle movement
transferred by the messenger named Wind.
An arrow on the meadow it is
When running, flying towards the targeted bulls-eye
placed in the blazing sun by the horizon.
A silver snowball under the moon it is.
When sleeping, curling its limbs sweetly.
in a dream of wonder and peace.
Crowds of gods and goddesses walking in Nature,
Even Venus doesn't recognize
Kindness and Beauty until she sees....
A pair of doe's eyes
holding haze.
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