Glorious Ruins, Ancient Ruins... Poem by Agatha Eliza
Glorious Ruins, Ancient Ruins...
Solemn odes for lost love
are faintly whispered
by unseen figures
dancing tuneless
behind the walls of
the ancient cathedral.
The night trapped the moon
in an icy cobweb
reflecting colours
through stained glass
as if it's
still holding on to
the sweet, precious life.
Glorious ruins, ancient ruins
where kings and queens
have found a refuge!
Glorious ruins, ancient ruins!
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4/19/2024 10:50:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Verily, a lovely poem depicting the past glorious and lingering memories.....10