” ON TOP OF THE HILL “

man standing on top of the hill

On the top of the hill,
it was kinda hard to breathe
So I came down, arrived at an old town,
Calm, welcoming, probably renowned

old town

I looked around,
the people seemed curious
Yet, the tranquility made me suspicious
I needed something more to feel satisfied,
So I continued my journey and walked by

clear river stream

A river showed up along the way,
It seemed that the flow of water signaled me to stay
So I sat down, closed my eyes,
Only to hear loud piercing cries
That felt punishing to my ears,
and I moved ahead with caution

meadowsand fields

I crossed several streams. fields and meadows,
finding a way out of this chaos
A place, where serenity grows

At a distant sight, I saw something familiar yet strange,
the peaks of my destiny,
the old palpable mountain range

ON TOP OF THE HILL  - ORIGINAL QUILLS

Hoping for a change,
I scaled the pile
and now it has been a while,
I feel desperate to be freed

On the top of the hill,
It was kinda hard to breathe.

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