The Queen Of The Mountains
She always found her way back to
those old Smoky hills,
those mountains that shaped her
in the deepest of ways
She was a siren,a songstress,
and every melody was shaped
by those mountain memories,
Like imprints on her DNA
By:J.N.R Dutton
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