On a shaded plain
Between two majestic hills
Lives
Broken dreams
Unspoken dreams
Unrealized dreams
The two willow trees
Gently drop their leaves
On the ground
Making a carpet
Unspoiled for years
The soil promises a story to tell
Because it holds the secrets
For underneath it
Lies the forgotten souls
Of the victims
In an unmarked grave
Known only by
The one who decided their fate.
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