Mountains
skimming by
staring at the stars
out my smudged window
fogged by sticky fingers
of long ago
The houses on the hills
twinkle
lacing through the trees
holding memories
of others,
I don’t know
skimming by
staring at the stars
out my smudged window
fogged by sticky fingers
of long ago
The houses on the hills
twinkle
lacing through the trees
holding memories
of others,
I don’t know
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