Short Poem
Cold breeze over the plains,
Places for ages stay the same.
Tall grass bends beneath,
Solemn winds and weary feet.
Some tales are never told,
Bodies, not souls, growing old.
Some eyes may never see,
All people born to be free.
Cold breeze over the plains,
Places for ages stay the same.
Tall grass bends beneath,
Solemn winds and weary feet.
Some tales are never told,
Bodies, not souls, growing old.
Some eyes may never see,
All people born to be free.
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