.
Where once
mighty city walls stood
today the wind blows lonely
over sand dunes of weathered stones
and where
kings immortalized themselves
in dusty history books
that no one reads anymore
and
heroes were acclaimed
whose glorious names
have long since sunk into oblivion
-
glory is now only
a reverently exhaled breath
over ruins and bones
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem