Rock
That for centuries
With the fellow rocks
A bay not large
Not wide but still
In its great beauty
You overlooked
You
Overlook now
Too
But with more
Furtive eyes
More knowledge
More cunning
But
You overlook
Also the buildings erected there
The limestone
Shining white in the low depths:
That was the destiny
Now
What remains is not to weep
But just adjust to what has been
And be.
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