At the top of unseen hill, bodies at rest...
Under stone that has stood the test...
In a town forgotten more everyday...
In a time of life in decay...
He lifted him up so he could respect with grace...
Knowing soon he would join the many in this old and sacred place...
The silent years tear at his soul...
To now speak again, yet now so old...
Time recycles itself for those wish to be clean...
So often that were never seen...
An old man thanks a grown man for finding him and for being his son...
To live this day out and to know that what he endured, brought them here under the fading sun...
To see where she lay, a mother and a wife...
That brought them both...life
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Author:
Tayama (
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Comments1
Wonderful emotive words John.
Andy
thank you. passed a graveyard and it started there.
It is amazing how graveyards can give inspiration to us.
Andy
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