Call it a curse, call the thousand years a curse
these temples were made to last ten thousand years
but they now lie like a dream shattered
walls crumbled, even the roots of trees like pythons,
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Makes you wonder what will happen to the great 'temples' of our age, hmmm? Nice write, John. The ending is just right. Raynette
Its a beauty that was.... Its a beauty that echoes in the heart Of long gone splendors; of a lost art Their ghosts still walk in the corridors... Do visit my poem: The Apsaras Of Angkor Page 6 TO