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the walls were torn down long ago
homes demolished
rebuilding forbidden
but the stones remain
someone dug them from the soil
with bare hands
carried them across the fields
someone set the stones
in place on the terraced slope
someone planted trees,
dug wells
someone still waits in the fields all night
humming the old songs quietly
someone watches stars chip darkness
into dawn
someone remembers
how stone holds dew throught the summer night
how stone
waits for the thirsty birds
Sist sett
