In the middle of the desert heat
I saw from distance
An age-old mystery
Made of time - honoured stones
Of the oldest pyramides
Protrude above the sand
In the moon light
Invisible aura

„ That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons even death may die. „


I waited for hours
In front of the mysterious sanctuaries
Till the East got grey
And the stars got pale
My ears were ringing
And time already ceased to exist
When I found the symbols
In paintings on the walls

Thoughts in my head were in a whirl
And the words of Arabic prophets
As if blew away across the desert
Towards the city without name

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