This, what we see, is a framed part of our mother earth
Yet, reaching beyond it, to a civilization
Ancient and going back in time, before our birth
Monuments, witch wind shaped, had born creation
Surviving with the spirits, overcoming the fear
From what we see, to its true being: somethings miss n'
Dancing with what is between it, seeing so clear,
showing us that knowledge, if only we listen...
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