Steps dried
up through the centuries,
Consumed by
sun, defeated by history:
Rotten ruins
from remote worlds rising up.
Around the
corner another track,
Originally
hidden and untouched
To thirsty eyes,
searching for discoveries.
Ancient paints,
as amenities, paling on the walls
Scattered
witnesses from former times
Plained now, left abandoned to their silence.
Dust and
desolation slides away,
Forgotten shells
from empty seas
Searching
for their soul, sinking towards eternity.
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