Turmoil
Swirling winds stir the past-
a confusing situation.
Years long past, fond memories reign,
an intriguing fascination,
but who are the occupiers?
A reach to touch,
intentions vague.
The results are complications.
These hallowed grounds,
not respecting those,
ruination by deception.
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