The Privilege of Solitude
The ‘Heart Unafraid’
Originally posted on The Sound of What Happens:
We Trudge treacherous trails Rough mountains and the thorny plains of tomorrow We listen as landscapes keep up their crying Memorizing wounds and their places Hot sun rises, leaving burned faces Here, human hatred, there is no shade We taste the tears of the left behind Wander the day, sharp with remembering Never stop building The…
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