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A light towards
the sunset:
Another day
slides away in a whisper,
As many
others for your ancient walls,
in
noble architecture elegantly folded.
Treasure of art, surviving centuries,
You witness
ancient glories echoing the past.
Standing up
the hill, facing the sea
Your magic force
rests untouched.
Inside, you
hold the aroma of past events:
Once the nest
of glorious knights and noble men
You are now
an attraction to the many,
Mute to
some, intense emotion to others,
You became
a dream to your ancient masters
since long scattered around into ruins.
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Saturday, April 26, 2014
Noble Witness of my family roots
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"built upon the last stone before the sea
ReplyDeleteonce to control the land, reign out of reach
now overflown by a thousand planes
surrounded by cruise lines and ferry boats
highlighted on every tourist's map
your reign constricted to what you keep inside
and preciously hide, a treasure like
behind your strong old walls of pride
is it fulfilment to witness and share
a history rich and rare
or isolation by fear
to find a new place in new times
without control, unknown, unclear?"
a nobody's note
left in the forest, seeing the castle from afar