Amid the shadows of time’s embrace,
Nature whispers tales of a forgotten place.
Carved in stone, stories old as the sun,
In every heartbeat, the echoes run.
Eternal wisdom in the winds that blow,
Nurturing the roots of what we now know.
Treasures of history, forever they’ll gleam.
M.A.D. Works 
Thats is beautiful and sad. And the picture you used is chef’s kiss.
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Thank you
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gorgeous! ❤
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Excellent writing !
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Thank you, Alice. That means a lot to me.
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