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Old record

An old record,

hiding in a corner,

no one’s heard of,

depressed or pretentious,

old instruments,

old gramophone are,

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Tower

A tower stands on a hill,
an appearance so resplendent,
a collection of stories,
of thousands of generations,
painstakingly enshrined within it,
the clouds shelter it from the storm,
passionately,
the harp-like laurel tree praises it,
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Lost Civilizations

Disappeared ancient centuries,

with the color of magic,

ruins under the cliff,

buried in history.

The lost civilization,

continuation of thousands of years of,

arduousness,

the glory of the Roman expansion sunk,

in time.

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Old castle

The road is far,

can’t find any colorful birds,

crossing,

the zone of alienation,

can’t touch the warmth of the rock,

mountains are silent,

a prayer in daylight,

grass is green,

breathing is good,

elves and wizards,

silent,

singing archaic song,

calling,

the underworld’s paradise,

clasping the hand of the sun,

sinking,

into sleep,

darkness is,

brewing a trap,

only the beating flame is,

smiling at me.

 

Atlantis

Grand vast ocean,

adorned with sporadic grief,

a sunset without the pyramids,

without the warriors of Babylon,

a torso exuding adventures,

the Vikings’ appetence,

the glory of Atlantis,

buried here.

It was a stunning dazzling place,

now a paradise of fantasies,

in amongst the millions is my thought,

looking out the window,

i fantasize,

fretful rings of birds,

sitting next to me,

through the deep and dark Atlantic,

i see a heart still beating,

that is Atlantis thinking,

searching,

their former glory,

i hear their cries,

this is not our world,

i hear the sound of their counghing up blood,

cursing and bedamning,

hoots and toots,

the wind on the stringless harp,

playing the Nocturne,

blowing open the ruined ocean,

i see the sunken golden wheel,

their king,

helplessly watching the sky,

their cemetery,

the historical past,

all disapeared,

the collapsed hope,

growing in fulmination,

they are looking at the present world with disdain,

as with our brilliant,

glorious civilization.

Story

Heaven and earth nurturing,

unceasing sources and origins,

Yin and Yang combine into a long-lasting return,

spoken with bizarre twists and turns,

unfolding a hope for the better,

praising the great nobility,

contemning the hideous terror,

reputation and quality,

power and money,

the main theme of life,

strange ideas and wonderful layout,

reflecting the winner’s addiction to greed,

letting out emotions,

dredging up sediment,

he and she,

iterating endlessly,

on earth.

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