A fossil burnt
As glow-worms
Burn
It burnt
From centuries
So long!
So many!
Hidden it had
Remained
Till the summer heat
Had it unearthed
From the harsh confinement.
No human was around.
Quiet the night strode
The plain
In quiet thinking.
Below
The sea waves burnt
To rise
Over the giddying cliffs
The walls of History.
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