In all memories

Sat, 05/11/2019 - 14:02 -- ngopes

from the gate the street began its curve

strong wind blew clouds of dust

 over the face of the summer fields

close by the meadows

Of the streets of damak

In all the memories

The chain secures the metal gate

Its rusty hinges and bolts nailed in a stone

Beneath the castle wall

And pain not of soldiers only,

but of women and children of captured towns

 

 

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