Her voice
was like an ancient,
and sad,
musical instrument.

God only knows how long she’d traveled for,
and where she’d been.

Tears falling in the dark,
unheard and unnoticed.

I know nothing about her,
yet her voice still speaks to me,
and tells me things she cannot say.

I hear her pain,
but I also hear her strength.

I see her in my mind,
somewhere far away,
on a green and blessed hill,
taking everything that life has thrown her way,
and then turning it,
into her sad and beautiful melody.

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