I may no longer pay attention.
For I had paid you to guide me
Through the chambers of this grand estate
To show me irreplaceable wonders, exclusive artifacts
But you did not pause
To see beyond this window:
The golden-bronze of winter fields
Gathers among these ruffled hills
Framed in pewter of rain-soaked skies,
Long before this building—
Stone-to-stone was laid.
1 comment:
Seeing as how I know this location ;) I think you hit the nail on the head.
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