My kind of poem.
Is there silence resting with these stones?
Or do the voices go unheard?
Do the spirits speak: explaining, exclaiming, lamenting, rejoicing?
But we hear nothing but the silence.
Waiting our time to join earlier travelers.
Will we too murmur into the quietness?
But no one hears but the silence?
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