A Year of Poems – Day 363

The palace of Tunalanath floated in the air,
The pyramids of Kandabar were buried by the sands,
Now we learn vast forest stretched across the southern pole
And the forest hall of Gal Finok is where the penguins play.
These wonders once resounded in every waking dream
Now our dreams are fading too, unless we sing again.


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