Did you happen to see that deer?
Past those green hills and
Across the bluish water flow,
Under the clean and clear sky.
Beneath the singular banyan,
And By the flowery pond,
Neck angling up into horizon,
In an expectation of nascent sun.
Eyes like heliocentre descended,
Reflecting the joys of freedom.
With black edges curved in shyness,
Eyelashes burdened with innocence.
Those eyes of nature and
Its unfathomed depths
Fullest of harmony,
And Everest of pleasure.
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