I see smooth columns
lifting a ceiling near the shore
and I think
“What genius is this,
how many hands
came together to build such marvels?”
I forget
the modern marvels
right outside my door.
History
hits different.
I see smooth columns
lifting a ceiling near the shore
and I think
“What genius is this,
how many hands
came together to build such marvels?”
I forget
the modern marvels
right outside my door.
History
hits different.
Nicely written!
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