Rebirth
- thecantabilecollective
- Oct 19, 2020
- 1 min read
By: Ella Yu
She once thought she would get hurt
When they left her behind
She crawled, cried, and carried on
She heard nothing but silence
Far, far away from where she came
There stands a tall, sandy mountain
Torrid wind roaring over clouds
Rolling over plantations ceaselessly
Miserable with invisibility
She thought ghosts had stolen her soul
She could hardly peep through
But she heard it, louder than ever
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