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on 27/07/2015

As the sunset paints
The summer sky red,
My eyes find their rest
At the steeple ahead.

It beckons the past,
Memories, tales,
As I picture the people
Who heard these church bells.

It witnessed millions,
This stone giant ghost,
People and changes,
But constants the most.

Whichever the kingdom,
Whose ever the reign,
The steeple remembers
Who lost and who gained.

It quietly guards
The truth etched in stone,
And holds its ground,
Forever alone.


(Poem inspired by Nat’s photo)

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