Standing on the platform.
under the blazing sun—
Feet burning—
Lake water shimmered
and laughed—undone.
Old stern stones
let us perch
As we sat,
Engraved deities danced
the fables
with utmost earnest—
Home of the divine...
was empty and alone.
Yet we felt those celebrations
like it was yesterday.
We felt that undertone.
Caves of the valiant—
spearing fear.
A difficult translation—
told by pillars
In breezy silence
They echoed the stories
for years to ears—
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Jun 1, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC
Standing on the platform.
under the blazing sun—
Feet burning—
Lake water shimmered
and laughed—undone.
Old stern stones
let us perch
As we sat,
Engraved deities danced
the fables
with utmost earnest—
Home of the divine...
was empty and alone.
Yet we felt those celebrations
like it was yesterday.
We felt that undertone.
Caves of the valiant—
spearing fear.
A difficult translation—
told by pillars
In breezy silence
They echoed the stories
for years to ears—
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