yesterday
in fertile
seed moments
gift giving
was going
to soft
whisper
on the wind
to you
ancient
secrets
your
lost
living
then hearts
beating breathing
ancient ancestors
knew stretching
back down
distant dust ages
to the dawn
of family hunter
gather tribes
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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