Our Light

A poem by Michelle “Mickey” Hetherington, NSW.

History of a hallowed land is hidden in plain sight.
Ancient whispers haunt a long forgotten night.
Walking in the shadows not knowing what we fight.

Dreamtime stories,
Souls will speak.

And the past shall be our light.

Thank you for sending me your poem, Mickey!

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