The ruins found in blowing sands,
On plains of death
And sun baked earth
Crumble slowly into dust
Forgotten
In their insignificance.
Lives were lived, and lives were lost
The sands of time relentless,
To cover all that once stood tall
Destiny the same for all.
Find their way to waiting death,
To equalize
Both kings and slaves lost.
Bodies still in wormy earth,
And cities crushed to dust,
Searched for.
Old stones uncovered
On desert hills
Which once where jungles.
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Insomniac's Delight
PoetryThink of it like a story that can be read in any order. Unable to sleep, the poet is transported to a land of angels and demons, and cosmic truths. On their adventure, they visit many strange places like a side walk in the middle of the night, ancie...
