almost cold as snow, a place soft, unknown of any soldiers

photo by pdlyons

Rags to our faces

Rages on our heads 

Rags round our feet 

Rags dipped into shimmering sun light

dripping cold liquid water

soothing cleansing awakening

our whispers

our weeping

our prayers

answered finally with silence .


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