quiet steps
across sunny stone
scaling the depth of summer
white stairs
solemnly clear
bright
in their commemoration
of a cruel time
now used daily
as a resting place
by those visiting from abroad.
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after sunset
voices rise
to glasses raised
laughter rippling
across fountains
sparkling in fanning light
lives lived
among strangers
together
on ancient steps
once built by a great power
then everpresent
now lying low
among the weathered stone
remembered
but no longer known.
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