A mountain can command a hill
Threatening all light to stand still Still, a bird can fly free Yet, belong to the mountain still But, shimmering in the water Underhill, the fish do not follow There are jewels shimmering tranquilly That belong to the mountain’s daughter Games will be played across craggy cliffs Knights, kings, queens in the abyss Yet, the daughter’s gems are missed For they count more than caverns-filled No one comprehends this riddle For they are lost in their idyll Underneath the mountain that stills Forgetting that it means more to be still than be stilled
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Sam knows what it’s like to breathe
Sticky air clinging to wings They know what it means to not They’ve catched pain splattered on hearts They have cried in moist green fields They’ve bitten the apricots Tasted the bittersweetness Time has taught Sam how to breathe Their friend, breathless at fifteen Taken by a swollen lake That drains those who crave to fly Still, Sam spreads their red-black wings Lets the sun dazzle their spots Swoops toward the eve Ladybug |
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