The Prompt Pot: Hills

Are they embryonic mountains, waiting to be born?

Or the sad remains of mighty peaks crumbled

Left barren and forlorn?

Mere wrinkles upon Mother Earth’s face,

Memories of a fallen place?

By wind and rain and time undone,

Or a promise of things to come?

 

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