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east of the main square
south past the iron gate
church bells ring,
howling into the aether
easing burdens and pockets
while crafting barbed wire
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Comments (5)
Oh this one resonates strong with me. Great poem, Heather
So beautifully done. This one sits with the reader ❤️
Oooo, aether, that was a new word for me! Loved your Acrostic!
Oh I feel this.
Wow. That's a statement of fact. Well said, my friend.