Sparrows-Day 1

Sparrows scattered, like seeds tossed
From my grandmothers gentle hands,
As her years and memories lost,
So loosely  in this broken land.

At the eve of a quiet day,
When the village left to pray,
The day would  fall in tired talk,
And Id amongst these sparrows walk.

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