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Ash Beneath Our Toes

We stepped where silence never ends

By Hazrat Usman UsmanPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
Ash Beneath Our Toes
Photo by Andrew Charney on Unsplash

Dry ground

no name

No grave

no stone

Still hearts

still air

One scarf

torn red

One coin

worn smooth

One prayer

unheard

A whisper

no echo

We stood

then knelt

Fingers touched

silent soil

No one spoke

but all wept

The wind

blew soft

Ash rose

then fell

We buried

not knowing

We remembered

not faces

Only weight

only silence

Mothers gone

sons too

The sand

took everything

But not

our steps

Each mark

held grief

Each breath

held fire

They are

now part

Of earth

and time

And we

are left

Walking

but remembering

Until

we join

Their hush

beneath dust

inspirational

About the Creator

Hazrat Usman Usman

Hazrat Usman

A lover of technology and Books

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