New Amsterdam

Cross the dread of forever gone,
Dare to disturb the lurk of the sun.
And meet the shadow of faceless lore,
Nor that stand amongst fertile store.
The flame arise those coldly gaze,
Bright as the glow of endless blaze.
There the vigil, ever by a glance,
To take the time to give their chance.

For the countless rise of stone and flesh,
Flock to the fields that remain so fresh.
Here they build, be grand and new,
To spent their days that come to due.

Art: New Amsterdam by RadoJavor (Rado)


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