Standing stones

There was a square and  the root

the lions that wouldn’t roar

the mouse that scuttles

the sundial that reminds us of the time

the antiquity of these standing stones

the birds that soar

and leave no shadows across these clouds

these faces look up and his looks down

the no broken dreams here

just lost and found memories

of these long lost days

of ancestors that walked these towns

 

 

 

 

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