Foot falls . . .
Footfalls . . .
“Oh, roamer from lands where the vanished years go…
Come out of your silence and tell me if Life is so fair in that world as they say? Do these sorrows die out with our breath?”
Did I hear a low echo of footfalls in this abandoned cottage nestled in hills of Kilfenora, Ireland?
In the shadow I stood for a moment and imagined the soul that once lived here and where he is now.
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