I Can Still Feel Grief © Surazeus 2023 10 07 Five thousand years later I can still feel grief young girl felt when her grandmother died. While her busy clan tends crops in lush fields she takes old woman walking in the woods where they sit by the river and watch birds flit between trees as they sing about love. At first the young girl is annoyed and bored having to take her grandmother for walks, but as they sit beneath the willow tree she listens to old woman with gray hair babble about when she was a young girl, running with horses on the river shore. Arm cradling frail woman with tender care, the young girl helps her walk along lush fields where men and women bent in labor tend crops for god who rules on the pyramid, and they all beam with joyful smiles to see her gray hair gleaming silver in the sun. Gasping for breath as the moon shimmers gold, the oldest woman in the world smiles bright at young granddaughter who holds her frail hand, then closes her eyes and sinks into gloom. Five thousand years later I can still feel grief young girl felt when her grandmother died.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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