Ancestral
~ ~
As I've wandered through ancestral words,
through mountains crossed, and a river of pain ...
the voices stirred, have long been silenced, but the echoes still remain,
with a sound, that drifts within the wind, that is sadder than the rain
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9/21/15
For Contest: "Four Lines"
Sponsor: Broken Wings
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