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Remembrance is moving
down the long memory,
disturbing
the scattered autumn leaves, weaving
a warm
blanket, that is lurking
waiting for the snow to let them die in
peace.
Did those feet in ancient time
Walk over Lebanon's
mountain's white?
Have they left a music to chime,
Where notes
even from stone, never bite?
What happened, the land is sold, a
fleece?
A child dream's robbed
A beautiful love is lost
A
house's door forever locked
Young minds chilled to frost.
An
Evil came, stole life without a sign of release.
Where are you
ancient Treasures?
Where are you ancient prophets?
A land you
loved without measure
Is
dying!
©
Anthony C.
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