The Forgotten

In shallow graves we came to them
An army of the passed, the lost, the in between
As reeds in the wind, we whispered 'No'
The breath of the once and was, the forgotten
Not stale, but sweet
Like gentians on an alpine breeze
A cooling balm to the frightened many
A gift from behind the curtain
They remembered us then
Not so forgotten, anymore
Nor what we died for

33 thoughts on “The Forgotten

  1. Wonderful write…I am in the reader and find they have made some changes, one must visit the post to read it…that’s good!

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