What remains for the eyes
Are rusted heaps
Fables of old
Spun from distress
Farewell to the young
Triumphant world
The fair and untroubled
Waters I’ve sailed
I’ve parted ways
With Tuscan streams
The quiet journeys
Through unseen paths
What remains
Sprawled for my sight
Are these jagged hills
Of rusted oaths

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