The Mountain Girl.

Oh! There you are again
I can see you now
As I look up at the mountain range
Sitting at my window pane.
Years have gone by
But you’re still the same
A fragment of my imagination 
Still intact and unchanged.

‘Oh little girl, how does it feel?
To be surrounded by clouds 
In a little hut, on a cliff?
With a fireplace to keep you warm
And white mittens that feel so soft
The hot cocoa at your desk
The music on the radio flirting in the air
The raindrops tip-tapping on your glass
The tiny shoes you put on for a dance
The twinkling yellow lights that adorn your bed
The fairytale books that are piled up in your rack
The chiffon curtain which play with the winds
The cozy little bed that you jump in
Your little friends that come by and play
The fresh baked muffins that your mom makes
The cheers and laughter you all share
With no worries there to bear.’

‘Oh Little Girl,
How does it feel?
When you look down upon the world
In which I live in.
Do you wonder too
What would it be like
To be down here 
And live a life?’

It ain’t mean here 
But people hurt each other at times
It ain’t bad here
But hypocrisy is their favourite crime
It ain’t sad here 
But laughter ain’t genuine all the time.
Love, too, has its place here
But the conditions that come along
Are hard to bear.
I’m told this is the real world
But why then,
Masks are what people wear.

‘Oh Little Mountain Girl,
Stay where you are
You give me hope for a utopia.
Someday somehow I’ll come to you 
And together we’ll take a look 
At the world below.’

Until next time folks.
Love
-A

Featured Image Courtesy: Pinterest 

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