(Concept obtained from an archaeological report by a Turkish author)
These tales that outlast the simplistic lives
of a world fated to lack altruism, because of
overwhelming mendacity; and some of us still
feel Esperantic in our encumbrances of relational
sacredness; so that we befit the huge photo frames
on the walls of the Universe’s Halls of Fame!
The stones of this planet are too weather-worn,
my dearest pets, to carve us out as epiphanous.
Still you are my Stephanos, I am your Aurelia
Rhodope – on the outerflanks of a cruel empire
that looks for greedy dominion. We are peripherally
unobvious but of magnanimous ethereal element!
You know all evil is ecdemic, out of its stinking cesspool!
Should we give it a thought, if it seeks to plague us
and we are compelled to martiality outside our will?
We have the humongous spirit of love that stays
put despite the hijacking, the abduction! Our love is
visually abundant, but verbally only epigrammatic –
meant to deceive the evil marauders! We are castles hidden
in soulful auras, even if the evidence is only discovered
in crumbled stone after millennia! Yet we are intact, like
roses on gravestones, seemingly withered, but actually
refreshed like every repeating dawn!
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