Within the Hall of the Mountain Kings
the wind blew fragile minds
like blind broken statues
folding the long tall grass
so, huh! I've been taken
to some place where I feel
as high as this mountain top
stare up at us
stare out at us
with those black marble eyes
their chin's up facing stars
and me ~~ well, don't you
know -- i am no one!
:: 06-11-2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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