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Apadana at Persepolis
A lizard comes to rest
on the face of the
Elamite ambassador.
The afternoon sun
beats down on her
scales,
A shock of green
on yellow limestone.
Perhaps she smells
the perfumed oil
from the bottle
in the Elamite's hand.
With cold eyes,
She watches the
procession
come to life in the
sunset's glow,
Knowing nothing
of human affairs,
Yet appreciative
of its splendor.
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on the face of the
Elamite ambassador.
The afternoon sun
beats down on her
scales,
A shock of green
on yellow limestone.
Perhaps she smells
the perfumed oil
from the bottle
in the Elamite's hand.
With cold eyes,
She watches the
procession
come to life in the
sunset's glow,
Knowing nothing
of human affairs,
Yet appreciative
of its splendor.
@thewaywardpoet
#Persepolis #Persia #Iran #archaeology #ruins #history #MiddleEast #travel #poetry #spontaneousprose
© All Rights Reserved
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