The Woman In the Mountain
The woman shaped mountain, though old it would thrive.
But who could have know she had been real and alive.
I hadn't known she was a woman, till she stared into my eyes.
The townsfolk think i'm lying, I hear all their rude replies.
Soon enough they'll understand. A plan I shall contrive.
Copyright © Alaina Baker | Year Posted 2022
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