Their numbers are
climbing…
As I search in the dust,
And hunt their burnt
remains…
Amongst times’ holocaust.
Lost days… greater the
years…
I reach to touch shadows,
To grasp fading vapors…
But only blocked windows.
Like sands that wash to
sea…
I find them lost to me,
And yet, their grains I
hold…
Within my memory.
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