The Pinacles Poem by Brook Renwick

The Pinacles



Ghostly winds of ancient folklores.
Possibly a thousand generations or more.
Fossils once long buried are now the 'Pinacles'.
To think when each last received the sun's sprinkles.
Silence unlike the absense of sound.
Long unseen are parts still underground.

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