Mountain girl.

20170809_092616-4She comes to me in notes

Colours, all riddled

gods designs

slays me

whispers that thing

About love…
Its all about love..
and that wont last…

She laughs at her own stories

And visits in meditations

When i am breathing, fallen

Her head on my chest

My hands in her hair

Soft forlorn caresses she

Didnt receive as a little girl

Betrayed abandoned
I love her more

We laugh

at seemingly insignificants

We both get deeply
Intense romanticism


I call her name

Out loud

In my head

To the trees leaves fallen


When mountains go quiet

And the sun sets


As she is bigger than anything

I have ever



And i  just


met her flesh



I love you

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