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NOSTALGIA

NOSTALGIA �
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By the main street lies an archaic home �
A French villa dating back to ancient Rome �
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No eye tries to wander there, nor a peek �
Or a glance given, no one dares to seek �
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Daily walk and inner artistic clock �
Make me mourn the lost treasury of rock �
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Where flora and fauna peacefully grow �
Amid stronghold of roman rocks,in row �
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Vine trees up along the walls freely creep �
Partridges and and other birds inside,they slip �
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And the olden gate by cubic rocks,bound �
Beneath which ,going upward, a stony ground �
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By the main street i see that,everyday walk �
I gaze and yearn to times no longer on my clock �
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A souvenir of the past,a lyric poem open to read �
Olden beauty in loss, nobody ever wants to heed �
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Russian nostalgic music. �
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https://youtu.be/aw_mll6zRXY

Written by poeticdelight

(Hamid)

Published 18th Sep 2024

Author's Note

So frustrating when your supposed-to-be enemy takes care
of your own property, while you strive to destroy an antic, historic landmark in your own country''

this is a real story, actual event in my own country and all over it
Roman ruines everywhere liable to theft,smuggling, and sold to the
foreign businessmen...against small coins.

""very old poem; ten syllables each line"" couplet