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Girl on the hill
Alone on a hilltop she stood,
A solitary figure in the darkness
Only visible when lightning struck.
Amid the storm that had been raging for hours she stood.
Never moving, never flinching.
Seemingly waiting but for what?
Down in the village the people watched.
Wondering, entranced.
An enigma to all.
Some say she's a ghost, others an illusion.
One thing is certain every storm she appears.
Never ageing, never moving.
Always waiting but for what?
© julia_writes
A solitary figure in the darkness
Only visible when lightning struck.
Amid the storm that had been raging for hours she stood.
Never moving, never flinching.
Seemingly waiting but for what?
Down in the village the people watched.
Wondering, entranced.
An enigma to all.
Some say she's a ghost, others an illusion.
One thing is certain every storm she appears.
Never ageing, never moving.
Always waiting but for what?
© julia_writes
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