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A tread - shakes the gravel - dust rises and

infects - air with each blow - this dark earth has

no life, armies pass fast branches break under the

weight of iron but trees look indifferent

Wars and deaths they saw, births and joys observed

anchored and mighty laugh - at the emptiness of men

Pain marks surrender as victory, the dead now

walk by the wind’s side, other armies rise, other

sunrises stain with blood

A tread – echoes in men’s memory - dust stills

and smells – of gloomy solitude

This dark earth saw death, brought by armies but

trees keep on watching anchored and mighty laugh

Wars and deaths will see again births and joys

they’ll observe, wise and mighty know the

emptiness of men

Only wind can soothe the pain blowing on the dark

ground bringing a shower of cold rain waiting for a

new sunrise