Summer Storms

Summer storms falling over the ruins
of old republic.

Stones that have seen centuries
traveled by people
comprising all nations
worn
broken
time-stained
and with perfect memory.

Humidity under a thunder-cloud blocked sun
looking out from under an overhang
standing the test of time.

Now
like then
at peace
taking in the same view
as generations prior.

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