Whispers From the Past
To walk the cliffs of ancient trails
that speak of winds and loss laid bare
midst sounds to tell of all the tales
of lore and truths they beg to share
Taxila, Sanchi and Petra call
with voices rasping in their dust
tongues only whisper since their fall
of Gods who but betrayed their trust
More than hidden treasure left
is wisdom time holds in their stones
a quest to seek their dreams bereft
that repose within their poets bones
Trails that lead to gilded wings
oft will find more precious things
Where I Want To Go Contest
Sponsored by Nicola Byrne
02/19/2017
First Place Contest Winner
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