Once
poem by:
John Prophet
Written
on Jan 07, 2021
Once. They were here. Came before. Smiles, tears, laughter. Echos faint echos throughout. Wafting in time and space. Once was, their sounds never die. Still here, mellowed filling quintessence. Salty soil. Seasoned earth. Spirited clouds. Essence enfolded in what is. All reflected within. Within all. All that were still are. Souls of this realm. Squeeze the soil. Look within. Listen hard. They’re here, still here. Always will be.
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