The echoes, reunites shattered realms
Which was ingraved, many years back
Famous for it's soulful infrastructure
Nothing did the place ever lack

Wind brushes away eons of dirt
Rain cleanses the pillars to shine
Vines flourish with glorious flowers
This fantasy is growing in my mind...

Golden sun, beams its rays over the meadows
Where sleeps many bodies from the past
There in the corner, stands, an ancient shrine
Which once, was worshipped by this cast

On top of a pillar, there is an encryption
Blurred with dust, it's hard to understand
Standing on the bare ground, I feel the sea,
So near, as my feet feels the moist sand

I am on the opposite side of the shrine
Admiring the masterpiece of such kind
Wondering why no trace of humans around
This fantasy is growing in my mind...

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