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Tired footsteps drag

     sliding barely lifted

stirring the dust

     that clings to all

light does burn

     stealing moisture

drying cracking

     life fading away

drawing near to

     town so ancient

ruined buildings

     along the way

entered into

     square abandoned

empty buildings

     like skulls line

once white marble

     like alabaster

stands of fountain

     water stained

once did life give

     to all the people

who once were here

     now gone away

not barest trickle

     here does linger

nor does hope

     yet here remain