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REFLECTIONS OF TIME

Remains of cities lay empty crumbled and in disarray,

left behind by an ancient race;abandoned when they went away.

Forgotten except in tales told by campfires at night,

meant to inspire much wonder,accompanied by sad delight.

Graveyards silent and empty overrun with nature reborn,

perhaps a wondrous sight given a chance to reflect and mourn.

Even though little remains untouched by the passage of time,

One can still see shadows hidden in memories sublime.

Telling of bygone adventures embarked upon by heroes bold,

Feeling like restless children confused by what they have been told.

In search of the endless treasures,considered more precious indeed,

like nature which shares our world,spread by scattering its seeds.

In jungles of concrete and steel neglected for much too long,

while centuries pass never ending vanished as stars unto the dawn.

Becoming echoes of history scattered as cities upon Earth,

Where people once lived in harmony,united by a common birth.

Yet nature remain ever-changing,undaunted by years gone past,

and memories once forgotten are seen as shadows cast.

Simple reminders of bygone days that give purpose to exist,

So history might be once again echoed in the morning mist.

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