At the foot of a distant mountain high
a roman ruin peeks to an Italian sky
A paradise lost near an ancient brook
creating dazzling stories for the history book
A decorated roof in Greek key design
covered all over with bushes and vines
I stood in awe of this ancient ruin
hidden there covered in its own cocoon !
Far off where streams run silent and slow
creatures crawl where twisted vines grow
Hidden for ages this ancient ruin lies
no one can reach it, how I wish I could fly
I was there.
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