A Million Stories

 

Against the red of rising sun,

A million stories, more

Whisper to bring the years undone,

Call back a dreadful underscore.

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Talk to me, I’m listening,

Bring anger, tears and shame,

Let your toils rise up and sing,

Cry pain and shout your names.

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Today our peace is piercing, loud;

Our comforts now abrasive

As fury builds and sorrow shrouds

For what you had to give.

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These memories don’t belong to me

Yet I will make them mine

You are those I’ll never see

Yet long will thanks enshrine.

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Categories: HistOracles, Stories & Poems

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