The girls had dropped their head scarves and dropped shoes along the way
I used that as a guide to follow where the hashtag came from
I went to a village and passed through it
The wooden bones of the market stalls filling the empty square
The wind recalling the sewing machines long since gone to rest
Sparrows sitting along the dusty way
The girls had dropped their head scarves and dropped shoes
I went to the next village where voices swarmed between the walls of reeds
Hundreds still surprised at the warmth of the smile the girls gave them in life
Sparrows sitting along their ruptured spine
I have hope said a mother holding on to the luster in the eyes of her smiling girl
The footprints led her up to that photo
The everlasting ravine from where she could say
She -will-come-back-one-day-or-may-her-soul-rest-in-peace
Quiet flowed the hashtag along the…
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