
The Traveller halted,
And half raised his fist,
To set the grains in motion,
Whilst the shells of bone,
The erstwhile whisperers of century long steps,
Stood rooted in envy,
Too fallen, too fell,
to know that they have indeed arrived.

The Traveller halted,
And half raised his fist,
To set the grains in motion,
Whilst the shells of bone,
The erstwhile whisperers of century long steps,
Stood rooted in envy,
Too fallen, too fell,
to know that they have indeed arrived.
Absolutely haunting!
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