Over The Hills Poem by Priscilla Kittie

Over The Hills



Breathless, we whisper
Speak less, I tell her
Away we go,
Into the snow,
The bright moon shines,
The stars form lines,
Over the hills,
Taking too many pill,
We'll fall into the ocean,
What a beautiful notion

-Priscilla Kittie [Kittyn(Dawn) ]

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