Hillside

The hill stands by the mountain,
The snow falls on the hill,
The child plays out in the snow,
Out where the air is still.

The day turns into evening,
The mind turns in, and out,
But whether we are all that wise
We never think

To doubt

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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