I have been to Cambodia, so i am writting this poem from memory of this remarcable place.
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Angkor Wat so ancient so big
Falling to rumbles, far too much to dig
Grasping memories like a seeping stain
The stone smiling in pain
Siem Reap, like mother arms, holds all the temples intact
As statues brace for impact
All the remains left behind, a scar on their faces
As the trees twine together as people tie laces
The stairs so crimpled with barley a foothold
As the stone temple swallow the cold
The statues taking a break with nothing to gain
As people come and go again
Cambodia was under attack
Now the stone holds all the cracks
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My World
PoetryJust a combination of poems that I had to do a couple of years ago. Hope you all enjoy. And most of all no hating! Constructive criticisms are good but no hating please!
