ANCIENT LINES

There is no unhappiness in a

stonewall.

Its industrial beauty shrugs with

humility.

Seasonal wars have no effect on its

lines.

There is nothing porous about it.

The stones once buried within ancient

soil are like diamonds and pearls,

protecting the perimeter of its

birthplace.

Fortune blesses the license of its

presence each day; a statement of

longevity.

From a shuttered window the patterns are

grand.


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