The Cursed II

To such heights,
I cannot rise,
along with the green
valleys and peaks
coating the mountain
like a soft blanket,
we could just fall
into… Following
the black path,
swallow mineral water
to fight the curse,
but it’s too late–
River running upstream,
cannonball-blasts
of wind winding East
to cover a land
that can’t be saved,
won’t be clear
from sediments still
vibrating with her
hollow moans, white fingers…

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