Faded Names
Walking quietly at sunset
Listening to the breeze
Moving through the trees
Crows scream at the new moon
Shadows of names
New and faded
Casts shadows into the stone
Who were those people
How did they live
So little information about their lives
Nowhere near enough to know them
The light fades
Darkness fills the area
Their names are gone
And once again
They are forgotten
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