White baby rabbit by the forest path
Dead and perfect
Nestled in autumn leaves
A lucky escape
Or a fate worse than life
Tormented by day
And haunted by night
As darkness sheds light
On anguish so deep
So personalised
How many years have passed?
Don’t think, don’t calculate
Thinking brings feeling
And years of lost memories
With no right to tears or regret
Steven Shorrock (2018)
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