butrint
the city preserved
- in mud
butrint
all its past mapped out -
in ruins
butrint
after so many years still
the Greek theatre
butrint
the boy says he loves
the greek things of the city
butrint
we walk through
a bazaar of influences
butrint
a bazaar of influences
screaming out from ruins
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