The rowers raft across a river, like dancers
like rowers who triumphed a race
The train rumbles across the bridge. The sky
lights,dim at dusk,the jungle dressed green.
The wakeful eyes,lit;it's strangers
lifted above the horizon,above temple tooth.
The tattered jungle,shuddering appropriation
a single man's decree,robbing freedom.
No more,the city once a haven,
alleys congested,amidst a lake serene...
A plateau of great hallmarks, a heritage,
a palace, o tower of colored glass,a cemetery...
silent,where stones lie,each stone,
and indicator for a man.
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