Hunting Poem by John Rolland

Hunting

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I left to go hunting,
with a knife and bullets,
I did not kill a deer,
I did not meet a lynx
in the woody mountains,
but in the deep of my room
I killed the doubt
which assaulted me….

Your eyes look at the mountain….

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