HUSH HARE, by Heather Green

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Between nothing and something,

Where the world holds its breath,

Lies the fallow land of hope –

Tenuous, uncertain as a hare on the chase,

Drawing in the breath –

A deep gulley incised by the brave.

Hush, hare, run quietly on.

You’re fast and you’re furious.

You’ll be free very soon.

Heather Green, 25 October 2002

Have a look at Heather’s new book ‘My Labyrinth Walk’

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