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WIP: 725 words yesterday, didn't quite complete it. Two scenes to go, though. Should get the rough done this weekend.
Poem: Eh, it was passed on.
I think I'll share it here -- that way I can ask my friendly LF group mind if there is potential. It is just one of many...
Whispers
Poem: Eh, it was passed on.
I think I'll share it here -- that way I can ask my friendly LF group mind if there is potential. It is just one of many...
Whispers
Can't you hear -- the whispers?
Can't you feel the cold --
Can't you scent the lost dreams?
Of bones deep under darkened mold?
The lost soldier; the hapless innocent --
All those nameless victims fallen --
Unremembered, unrecalled, these lost souls,
They who have had their human hopes coldly stolen.
Can't you hear the whispers?
The lost ones crying, hoping --
For us to hear, for us to know,
The reason for their tears?
Wrote it around '99, I believe.
