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Withered Age by Nikos Laios 2019-12-11 09:47:18 |
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On the rocks The withered age lay Collecting barnacles
And the flotsam of the sea, Lapped by the rhythm Of time, blue waves And bleached By the sun.
On the cliffs and coasts With shining lighthouses, Bridges and blinking buoys; And sunken triremes, galleys And metal ships in the ocean Below home to crabs, lobsters, Fish, seaweed and sailors’ bones.
When the ages die, They are buried On the coasts And in the seas, One age sleeping Over another, And in the silence Of those warm orange Summer afternoons And those cool starry Winter nights one can hear Their ancient whispers Floating in the air; One can hear the Haunting siren songs And ancient laments Of the withered age.
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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios
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