The wave crescendo breaks with a roar
Upon the outstretched carrion shore,
Which catapulted foam below the Moon's
Quick metronome and wilful winds
Devours, claiming the land's inheritance.
Rock and sand slide into inconsequence.
Cultures swept away before this fury.
What remains a mere archaeology,
Processed and reduced without remorse
By Time's dissolving intercourse.
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Cultures and traditions. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Many cultures lost by the actions of invaders.