The angry sea tosses,
waves on a jetty of stone,
at the edge of the great square.
Under a dark and torn sky,
the wind screams and moves,
lifting the waves of the sea,
going thro doors and between pillars,
tattering the banders of men.
The fallen shadows,
lint stones,
columns,
city.
The people are gone,
a city in death,
sea and stormy sky,
alone.
The traveler passing,
thinking,
wondering,
asking,
not knowing,
why.
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