Bagpipes
He walked through the sands at Ayres,
playing a slow grinding song
of regret and broken dreams.
The moaning groan of the bagpipes
spewed bitterness and pride
in a twisted tune.
His footsteps trailed the sands behind
a steady line of sorrow
and loneliness for kin.
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