When I reminisce about all those years, I see many things.
Life and death. Strung together like the mountains and valleys in which we lived.
There was wealth and opulence,
but also tribulation and loss.
There was laughter and song,
and there was also tears.
But even more than tears, blood was shed.
And so many were left to their unadorned graves,
unburied.
through
those
there
their
swords
strung
strode
sound
songs
silent
reminisce
remember
years
tribulation
blood
close
because
another
laughter
which
after
graves
tears
darkness
together
about
opulence
battle
journey
death
valleys
cries
lived
drown
immortality
things
light
wealth
unburied
meaning
clashing
mostly
mountains
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