Seed of the Hills
Growing behind the glass.
Just like a flower-
fed with light.
A listener.
A viewer.
A copying child.
Set free against her will.
Exiled.
Into a harsh,
unknown,
fragileless world.
Where nobody dances or sings.
Where people don't kiss the stars goodnight.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2019
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