Forgotten Tombs

Northern hills, how they mourn!
Dew falls to the ground
like another morning’s tears.
How many are haunted by
ghosts that emerge in the wind?
Trees lean over the dim road
to a darkness of nowhere.
Branches curl and reach out
for the pale light of dawn.
Black torches welcome a new friend:
above forgotten tombs, flies swarm.

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