Follow on
stretching arms
gasping breath
Distinguishing eyes
Wafts of familiar ground
silence falls
not a single sound
only hearts that pound
Smeared glass
fogged up by
bated breath
like tear drops
Spirals of time
spines of the bells chime
steps of forward thoughts
remains of the linen cloths
Miles of road
feet break new ground
a life may never be found
silence is the only sound
Dirt tracks
distance on their backs
singular motions
hope is their potion
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