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World Museum

By Morgana, Sloansville, NY

Hovering orbs gazing across history,
touch rivers’ hearts that pour cascading water
to the feet of Christ’s embrace.

Bricks of crumbled age; memories of
Bloody Amphitheatre holding exotic events,

sunlight bathed walls of hidden tombs,
that spear skies across glistening dunes.
Where treasure etched in hues of mysterious layers,
holds a red rose city that expresses divine beauty.

Glowing eyes see beyond surfaces to
Crystallized caves of icy tips,
dripping into a reflecting pathway,
Leading to pure marble of undying strength.

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