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Their creation is still a mystery,
Our minds they still amaze,
Hieroglyphs on the walls
Of an ancient their temples,
Dumb witnesses of unique
Life and tragic death;
This strange nation was able
To make soft a rough stone,
But not an all-absorbing greed
That for ever wiped them off
From the face of our land,
So ruthlessly… So self-confident;
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Mode of life and thinking,
Their hopes and apprehensions…
We will never learn which eyes
They saw the world around;
Only to touch the stone by fingers
And feel this left for us its energy;
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Their world has gone with them…
Only drawings can poorly tell
About their joys, about their cries,
Even fascinating - one day dies…
Unique and lost 8
© Copyright: Ирина Галаган, 2010
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