Song Of The Mountains


She sings the lullaby
of a lost stranger.
Her song reaches the high heavens,
but no one hears a word.

The song's melodic tune
weaves through the mountains-
just as a river
rushes through its banks.

The waves hide into crevices-
places where they'll never be heard.
They creep into the depths,
only to be hidden from society.

She lets her silver hair fall
onto her slouched shoulders.
While her dress flows with the wind
just like wheat in a field.

She lifts her head gently
up to the shadowed sky.
Singing a lovely tune,
as her voice slowly dies.

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