I’ve known the seven wonders of the world are leaning towards ruin

The Heaven of the earth is being buried under the blood

Many vast royal realms have scattered down by the fury of time

And I’ve seen the green fertile woods turning into the dusty desert

The same must happen to thee, my Lovelia

One day thy hours must meet its last

And then thou shall tread on the earth no more

None will speak to thee nor will they incline to your avarice Will

And then everybody shall forget thee

But it is only in my verse

That thou shall live forever

And perusing my green verses our progeny shall remember thee. 0 0 0

(This poem ‘Lovelia-56’ originally belongs to the poetry book entitled Lovelia, a sequence of love poems by Menonim Menonimus)


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