Hills Aloft
Gold at the center
Ringed with black
Standing on silver
Never looking back
Coolest windswept
Hills aloft the sea
Looking toward heaven
Never more to be
Sun scorched and burnt
Now entirely free
Looking at the shadows
Tossed across the sea
Copyright © Lady Mar | Year Posted 2021
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