They were great
and they were honest.
They were proud—
they were the bravest.
Of their glory
they were defenders.
They didn't know
the word surrender.
They were gone
before I came,
Before I get
the chance to meet them.
My ancestors
are now a hoary
myth, a legend,
a fiction story.
I can't imagine such ancestors
Left behind them such decendants.
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I really like this piece a lot. The feeling of loss is very clear. It is the kind of feeling that I get a lot when I read The Lord of the Rings.
HAA yes I think it's a similar story also :)
t'as bcp de talent félicitations Hazem :)
Merci ^^
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