Sit & ListenA Poem by FaeryQueenon the spotSometimes, I
am up there, in ‘X’, I hate that
I am up there at all, But I have
to be up there at times, At times,
when no one is there to accompany me, I sit
there, atop the very brittle mountain that sometimes fall and sometimes doesn’t, But when it
is in between, Like it is
now, It speaks, The mountain
does, It says
things and I listen, I sit and
listen, And the
mountain tells me everything, As long as I
sit and listen. © 2016 FaeryQueen |
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