The hills

The hills shine.
Such ghosts.

Such history.

There are echoes.

And they sound still.

Speaking of secrets pasts

And deaths unmourned.

So

Covered in dark

The mourners come.

Years have passed

Yet every night

Grief out pours.

An injustice done

That transcends

You and I.

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