Hill and Hamster


Howling hamster gives a bereaved tone
Hovering hill sings for him
tale of tall trees being alone,
self-sacrificing desire of breaking broken limit,
led it too high.

"Live life leaving leftovers" said the hill with a sigh
"barren barks, silent solitude,
nude nights and dead days
freezing hot blood in boiling cold climate"
"You haven't seen anything. Don't hurry. oh! my my

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