... so im on the hunt for a reading for my sister and future brother in laws wedding....
im finding all sorts of random things... i quite like this one... * although i wont be reading this one!!
A Wounded Deer Leaps Highestby Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
A wounded deer leaps highest,I've heard the hunter tell;'Tis but the ecstasy of death,And then the brake is still.The smitten rock that gushes,The trampled steel that springs:A cheek is always redderJust where the hectic stings!Mirth is mail of anguish,In which its cautious armLest anybody spy the bloodAnd, "you're hurt" exclaim
Where am I??
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