The mountain shrieked further,
And the hills couldn’t be fathomed.
By his heart, a deep sad soul has emerged.
The limbo saturated into a feverish dream,
Into the land of no name, no heart, even no soul.
The poems he wrote was done,
By a dilemma to leave the world,
That his loved one has gone,
Forever in a lifetime.
~ Chapter 5. The Mountain and Hills,
from "The Salt Prejudice" by Keefe R.D ~
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