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Who will follow
their tragic songs,
their footsteps
on soft lawn.
There in the shade,
on the hill, where
arrows flew and,
bones lie still.
There amongst
our runic signs,
there on Tower Hill.
for Twiglets #68 “Following Footsteps”
It's Still Life
poetry and prose
It's Still Life 
4 responses to “Twiglet #68”
powerful lines – “where arrows flew and/ bones lie still”
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Thank you. 🙂
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kaykuala
on the hill, where
arrows flew and,
bones lie still
It leaves an impression of fallen heroes in peaceful internment where they had succumbed. Beautiful shot Misky!
Hank
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There is a sadness in final footfalls…
especially when they were unnecessary.
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