Through the thick foliage shines,
An incomplete moon like an alien head.
A giant colossus is looking into the darkness,
It seems that he slowly walks ...
Illusion jokes and plays with me:
I imagine mythical creatures.
What if they'd really been here
And had flown from distant stars?
Perhaps, the people idolized their gods;
Realizing they are insignificant in this world.
Since the temples were erected,
They shared their knowledge of the great ...
It was all so simple:
We're just like forgotten slaves,
Looking from head to toe for salvation,
Should someone be true?
I wandered into my thoughts:
Where it's right and where it's wrong.
We had forgotten as unnecessary waste.
For something more to strive -
Ever.
Through the thick foliage shines...
© Copyright: Жанна Ло, 2015
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