Visages of dead kings on coins
exchanged to Chinese silk and
Roman amber and glass; visages
of dead kings worn out by callous
hands of merchants and years
long as the roads binding
mountains and seas. Time,
the dust that buries cities,
has found its shell in them.
16.09.2023
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