The mountain grass lay beside me
Its gaze so calm and brief
But over the mountain I could not see
The village’s palpable grief
The winds blew harsh and I asked thee
“Might you be the mountain chief?”
Your stare was harsh, you glared at me
Like an inferno with the devil’s belief
Lightning flashed across the sky
I clutched my knees to my chest
Hoping my fright would pass me by
Still, the terror remained abreast
I’ve ground the mountain chief to dust
Good courage, now myself I trust
I’ve ground the mountain chief to dust
Good courage, now myself I trust
2 comments:
amazing! simple yet beautiful! and interesting choice of words, I loved it!! great job tanya :D:D
i like it. it flows really nicely and sounds very good when read. it sounds like its a very personal piece which adds to its value
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