Silence In Pillar City: A Poetry

I write a tale of a city,
Of a thousand pillars,

Sitting atop a mound,
Somewhere in sandy dunes

Behind the garb see,
The dust laden gully

The dirty fakir leads,
An old path well trodden

You call it dust,
I call it gold

In the valley of Marrakesh,
Deep within those ravines

Lies the city lost,
To time.

Utterances matter,
Few know the truth

Guilty treasures of rich,
Hidden beneath the layers

Gathering dust,
The storm of silence

Lives on in the moment,
Of truth.

Subject: A journey to an ancient city somewhere in the deserts

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