my life is your's to read

The Hare

I am not white neither am i black

My fate does not rest inside a sack

There will be no hare such as i

From the day i was born to flee, to the day i will die

Slumber i will as hard it may be

The snow is my friend It shall not betray me

Blind

i have no names

i have no eyes

but my soul is filled with fire flies

to my dismay all is real

and too is very hard to deal

i smell hearts silently thump

but if i shatter away will it all be damp