Days' end.
The Pagoda stood before me...
And I--like a wild animal; inquizzitive, standing before a man-made structure.
The story--a history unbeknownst to me;
deeper and more rich than the gold of a thousand chest-fold.
deeper and more rich than the gold of a thousand chest-fold.
The lion, whose forgotten sorrow roars at passersby--yields to warnings of days' past and days to come.
Where the sun, all the while, bids farewell to another journey's end.
(original prose by Chelsea D Pyper c.2005)
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