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In earth's embrace, secrets lie,
Whispered tales 'neath silent sky.
Buried deep, where shadows creep,
The Memories in slumber keep.
Roots entwine with secrets old,
Whispers lost in darkness cold.
Layers of time, a tapestry,
A History's forgotten mystery.
Beneath the surface, dreams in rest,
The Echoes muted, unconfessed.
In quiet grave, a solemn ground,
The Whispers of the past are found.
The Buried hopes, and fears unseen,
In the earth, where they convene.
A solemn vow, a final word,
In earth's embrace, memories heard.
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Abbas
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Comments (1)
Nice meaning, how could if we can fly to history! Hehe, loved it.