Lost and Forgotten Until The Storm
The fields were big when I was small,
All fades in memory now,
And knew of only what I saw:
A hearth and home was all I’d known.
Born poor.
A nothing.
For what?
Lost and forgotten until the storm.
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The fields were big when I was small,
All fades in memory now,
And knew of only what I saw:
A hearth and home was all I’d known.
Born poor.
A nothing.
For what?
Lost and forgotten until the storm.