Such stillness

Once there was a dream.
That floated into days,
weeks, months and years.
Then there was no breath
and the conversations ended.
Those last words
burned into my heart.
Each one roaming around
the Manchester hillsides.
Piercing every rock.
This was all that was left
of the warriors’ dreams.
A single magpies cry
sinking into stone.


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