what was once layered with love
and sealed with blood
became fragile and weak
because circumstances had made for a new sequence
that chipped away at their greatness
until there was little left to uncover
except small relics
© Heath Muchena
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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