Posted April 15th, 2017 by Syafai
in ur shoe
She walks on the sidewalk
And hears her zippers clinging
She sees through fog
And hears her ancestors singing
The fog is not alone,
But it's also her ancestor's ghost.
Their time was up and the death bell was ringing
But that was long ago,
Before she was even alive,
But she still hears her ancestors singing,
She hears the singing, the dancing, the cries.
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