Ashokan Farewell

 









Does it ever get quiet?
Fires crackling.
Pulses calmed
After yesterday.
The booming and bawling
And banging and bleeding.
Yes quiet comes
In a Brother’s strings.
In a cadence calming
With new hope, song brings.

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