Portrait of the Girl

I spoke as a mountain

cold

strong

invincible

mysterious

He still wanted to climb

where he could not go

still wanted to know me

where he was not wanted

Snow in my blood

granite in my bones

eons in my soul

I am the breath

of yesterday

the steel of today

and the wonder

of tomorrow

I spoke as a mountain

There is no finding a home

here

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