dust, dust,
the remains of ancestors
like dunes
blocking my progress
from here to there,
from past to present
and on.....
My feet sink into
the sands of time.
I move slowly
if I move at all,
the grip of annoyed spirits
tugging me to a standstill.
the remains of ancestors
like dunes
blocking my progress
from here to there,
from past to present
and on.....
My feet sink into
the sands of time.
I move slowly
if I move at all,
the grip of annoyed spirits
tugging me to a standstill.
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