Le Quattro Stagioni

Here is a first draft of a poem I’m working on for a very special girl
    Le Quattro Stagioni
     I.
Come and see the lovely fawns
frisk and play, for it is their first
spring as well. Their dark eyes
shine like your dark hair with
a peculiar light, a young light.
raucous with a rush of life,
awkward with [...]

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