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Crosses still hang as remnants of the past Reminders of old traditions. Only few years have gone, but /decades/ Says her heart. The life they gave grows older, No longer sewn to the Mother. The hope and faith in their eyes dimmed in her years past, So while the crosses still hang It seems they’ve lost all meaning For the Mother and their beliefs died with her youth.
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Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 3:41 AM UTC
Faith Faded
Crosses still hang as remnants of the past Reminders of old traditions. Only few years have gone, but /decades/ Says her heart. The life they gave grows older, No longer sewn to the Mother. The hope and faith in their eyes dimmed in her years past, So while the crosses still hang It seems they’ve lost all meaning For the Mother and their beliefs died with her youth.
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Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 3:41 AM UTC
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