When the pounding drumbeats echo along the riverbank,
The horses're drawing their reins in response to the sound on the sandbank.
The sand was once stained to red with scattered torn limbs,
But church stands up, and LOVE to the world, it nurtures and brims
(Apr. 13th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Short story
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