Whisper

A long way from home

rainy mountains holding her soul

waiting for her to come back

but her bare feet are held by sand

and warm gulf waters

She thinks this is her life

a crazy cat lady in the suburbs

watched over by palm trees

But always

always

the mountains whisper

Come home little girl

come home

we’re waiting

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