pressing my ear
against stone,
I hear the
faint echo
of voices
from those
who came before;
against stone,
I hear the
faint echo
of voices
from those
who came before;
secrets, worries,
hopes, joys...
swirl everlastingly
through
the walls;
the walls
their hands
painstakingly
built,
the walls
that outlasted
frail mortality
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