*Edited
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Sifting through the sands of time
for footsteps long forgot,
smothered by the wind-blown dust,
covered by earth’s crumbling crust,
memories are stirred to life,
reach out with fingers from the past,
the graveyard yawns, remains exposed,
bygone eras, long-gone aeons,
shadow figures buried in
an avalanche of history,
bacteria, microorganisms set free.
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©Denise G Allen, 11 October 2014 07:06
NB: This was written with Ebola in mind
