Your spires reach out to heaven
like hands in prayer.
Your silence is poetry
as chants are silenced in your halls.
Your arches welcome souls looking for answers
in the riddles carved in your walls.
You hide your beauty behind the shadows
but demand devotion.
You embrace the land that bore you
yet yearn to be with the sky.
You reward those whose patience wait
for that brief moment when you reveal your heart.
3 comments:
beautiful place. i went here last year and fell in love with it instantly =)
vungga talaga! poetry kung poetry!
next time again, next year?
or should we do machu pichu in peru or the pyramids in egypt na?
wax - angkor is really a magical place.
spool - hahahha! poetry-poetryhan. machu pichu indeed! hehehe
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