The cold hard lands
They bite our hands.
It gnaws our feet,
The rocks and stones re like old bones
All are of meat
But stream and pool is wet and cool
Penned
Throught nights
This land brought blessings
Brought its share of grief
We will go home
I hear your voice
I see your face
I feel you through miles
In this part am the one who dies
I’ve forged am empire that cannot be broken
Out alone and cold
You keep me alive
Time slowly fading
Erasing memories
forever
Ric$Kay
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