Find the contest
Alive
At sunset,
when the sky turns to fire,
the stones awake
and take shape.
Ravages of time
erased,
the pillars
rattle and shake.
Rock of ages
Goddess of the earth
rises
poses
rejuvenates.
Horses await
the timeless muse.
Horizons darken
Those eyes of witness
spiral, like a serpent's coil
Original
Assets
Flower
Sunset
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