POEM: Vanished Lands

 

 

 

 

 

 

vanished lands,

on a sandy sea floor sit stones —

once a city

who will find them?

what a pity,

someone dragged those stones into place,

nudging them into the shape of a temple,

a temple where fish now seek shade.

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