i wonder, what sits upon those lonely slopes.
of the lonely mountain, where the dragon calls home.
if there is no animals, that dare step, on the rocky interface.
if there is no hope, for the truth and the wonder.
please dear child, do not wander.
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Forest Hills| Poems and Stuff.
Poetryunder the forest hills lies my heart for all where my head has gills and my heart falls.
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i wonder, what sits upon those lonely slopes.
of the lonely mountain, where the dragon calls home.
if there is no animals, that dare step, on the rocky interface.
if there is no hope, for the truth and the wonder.
please dear child, do not wander.