THE HERITAGE
It was what remained
They seemed to be
lifeless things
They were movements for her
and melodies of unforgotten voices
Her grandmother sang
A sweet lullaby
Brushing her hair.
It was what remained
They seemed to be
lifeless things
They were movements for her
and melodies of unforgotten voices
Her grandmother sang
A sweet lullaby
Brushing her hair.
Cornice
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