Copan - Poem by Joya Fairchild
I stood, on Copan's hallowed land,
I heard the ancient hosts...
softly, as a singing wind...
came the voices of these gentle ghosts.
I, stood there, amid the Stelas high,
I, faced their ball-court where warriors
From a point beyond the pyramids crown,
as a whisper, as a multitude, the Mayan
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