Between The Branches

Images; black and white – sepia
Days gone by – loved ones never known
Funeral pyre rises above the imagination
Stories spun, hand picked cotton weaving
A tapestry from flesh and blood
Handed over gingerly as if precious gems
Of a time when the fight was for freedom
Words of wisdom seep through the timeline
The way a translucent would; swaying between the branches
One life ends as another life continues on and on
I wonder if they were aware of what they were leaving behind

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