The Mountain's Name Is Her
The snow has melted
From the right on the mountain,
And now it's like a landslide.
Her side is blushing from the sun,
Like a wound that is so fresh.
And the coming April with a blade is coming in hope
Take all the cold off her.
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2022
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