A poem. 4 u.

A Mountain and A Dweller

Five winters ago,

a girl stood on a mountain,

lonely and pulled

by the wind, by the world

by the molding and melting churn of heat far beneath

what else lay below the surface of snow and rock she could not tell

but stayed silent, breathing sharp air

Mocking trees and rocking birds came too close

The world turned cold, and the light in the world grew dreary,

and the girl knew she wasn’t going to find her golden light,

not here.

The gods finished their malevolent verse

hot tears fell on frosted cheeks.

The girl remembered.

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