What the Soil Remembers
On Footsteps That Do Not Fade
"The wind paused to hear you breathe. The soil remembered your footsteps."
The wind still pauses where your breath once lay,
the soil remembers every step you made.
I carry silence as my vow today.
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The trees grew still before the words could say,
their roots already mourning what decayed.
The wind still pauses where your breath once lay.
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I kneel where shrubs once marked our hidden way,
each leaf a witness, each branch unafraid.
I carry silence as my vow today.
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Your pen was seed; its ink still feeds the clay,
each page a garden that your hand portrayed.
The wind still pauses where your breath once lay.
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I read the journals, hear the margins pray,
each line a blessing, though the voice has strayed.
I carry silence as my vow today,
the wind still pauses where your breath once lay.
About the Creator
Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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