October 5, 2011
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They were lost, fearful and alone.
The signs in concrete along the cobbled streets
sent them in confusing circles …
they had past the same church three times before.
What had started out to be an adventure
that they’d remember for always,
the fear of facing uncertain fate
remembering the stories of others lost and
myriads buried in concrete under the cobbled streets.
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The signs along the road, sent them in circles.
How long would it take for them to face the inevitable
of the adventure that being lost and fearful
would lead them to the church
that was a sign of lives lost and buried in concrete
beneath the cobbled streets.
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