Walking

A world never seen or walked,

Mysterious and so quiet,

Walls and broken down pillars,

All filled with writing and drawings,

Traces of the perfect society,

Temples surrounded by forests and mountains,

What people walked this unwalked place?

This immense place of such purity and energy,

What made this world without all the unfair

And horrible things that roams..



Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2009-03-25 at 16:57

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I liked this very much, it is a very enquiring poem....I think you could leave out the last two words of the poem to give it umph. I do like the title and our world is a very mysterious place to be explored still. Looking into our history, is a great thing for any of us, writer or no, to do. It explains why and where we are today.


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Tai
2009-03-25