A poem about a girl who has lost her father in a battle. she stands alone on the same hill that he once did before he left for battle. she expresses how she can still feel his presence with her.
The wind whispers a song;
That flies through my ears.
It causes my hair to dance;
Alone on the hill.
The night air is cool;
As it caresses my skin.
Where my father once stood;
Alone on the hill.
He said his goodbyes;
While we were asleep;
And here his life changed.
Alone on the hill.
His soul he left here;
although he kept walking.
He truly died here;
Alone on the hill.
He went into battle;
And died once again.
Though his spirit lives here;
Alone on the hill.
Although no ones seen;
I don’t feel alone.
I guess I am not;
Alone on the hill.
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