Sunday, April 26, 2009
I wonder...
There was an old temple built on top of a mountain hidden for centuries behind tall trees We found it just by chance, you and me, while we walked by a river in Brazil and saw a light reflecting from its cross, mysteriously beckoning us to come. and when we got up there we were greeted by its walls, blackened by the passage of time Twisting around, hugging them tight, green supple ivy climbed its columns up high Its floors, once magnificent now laid cracked,covered, by the growth of the forest...
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