you spent a thousand years in sand, sculpting monuments with broken fingers
i could not know the names of the places that were made,
but with each moment passing, i felt such change
in the people,
in the landscape
that buried all faces
changeable
forever
changeable
in the end, buildings would crumble
and empires would fall
but never could i remember your eyes
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