When the ground speaks whispering deepest of sorrows
Seeking release of the wounds long held for others
Seeped into soil, morphed into stone held until a daughter came home
Gold & greed begat fear & blood
Peaceless, restless, still
waiting
Rain washes blood
Wind blows dust-to-dust into the distance
But the horror men do to others is held in the heart of the Mother
until a breath of relief is sighed across time and bridged
reborn.
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