Home of Art by M.A. Amru

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Home of Art

By M.A. Amru


Here, often,

A picturesque ancient,

With rustic cuboids,

Casting doubtful shadows,

And a yellow adjacent,

Wonders of youth, filled

By an eternal will.


There, I sit,

Like a restful patient,

I see the towers, not vacant,

Where the concrete narrows,

An opening for tomorrows,

Wondering of our past, killed

Brick by brick, sealed.


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