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In the wounds of the earth

The water runs continually

Tearing

Leaving marks in stones

Ripping

Bringing life where there were none

Creating

From nothing

In my mind dwells

Theses thoughts like water

Of a life long lived

Where things were different

But still so alive

The past keeps following

As a ghost

A reminder of pain

As water are memories

It brings sense in life

But leaves invisible wounds

Ripping our innards

With an invisible whip

Ripping our innards

With a whip of spikes

As years pass

The wounds become scars

We become ruins

Remembrance remains

Scars remains

And with it the memories

With a glimpse of hope

In death’s bed