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Echoes
Their Voices Cure the Dead
Faint
their echoes
over the grass
beneath lofty pine
reverberate
generations lost. sway
Dark heart illuminates:
wonder
small faces
eyes of tormentors
love
then hate
fragility of one
longing
their invite play among us.
Faint
old heart
begs try again.
Trees
whisper words bend down
I cannot comprehend.
Live
here, now.
Just look ahead.
Faint
earth revealed toss me in
Please
love me
before I'm dead.
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