Many years ago
One continent stood alone
Her only company
Being the trees and the stones
Long, flowing white hair
And gentle bronze eyes
Wearing a pale white dress
She was a child of the sky
She wandered through still forests
Over mountains and rivers
Searching for people
That were just like her
'Til one fateful day
When great cracks split the earth
She cried out in pain
But nobody heard
She journeys now still
Through worn paths in the woods
And sometimes at night
You may hear her songs of old.
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Erinn's Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoems that float around in my head that are lucky enough to be written down.
