Once.
They were
here.
Came before.
Smiles, tears,
laughter.
Echos
faint echos
throughout.
Wafting
in time
and space.
Once was,
their sounds
never die.
Still here,
mellowed
filling
quintessence.
Salty soil.
Seasoned
earth.
Spirited
clouds.
Essence enfolded
in what is.
All reflected
within.
Within all.
All that
were
still are.
Souls
of this
realm.
Squeeze
the soil.
Look within.
Listen
hard.
They’re
here,
still here.
Always
will be.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2021 20:01
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Comments1
though I can't be certain of what context you're alluding to exactly, may I simply state I found your write a meaningful dedication to all who sacrificed their futures, so that we beneficiaries can breathe our inherited air of freedom, with such brazen indifference to owed gratitude...
may we Never forget: those Brave few, who fell intrusting their worth as human being's to those coercive ideal's of so-called 'greater mind's', with their 'oh so costly' misplaced patriotism: on both sides, of our seemingly endless barbaric Wars...
Hi LBM,
Thank you kindly for reading my work and your comment.
JP
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