
In the land of the ancients, where the pyramids rise,
And the tales of old echo, beneath a desert sky.
Where the rivers run deep, and the sands never rest,
And the history of man, is forever impressed.
Where the kings once reigned, and the gods held sway,
And the people lived lives, in a different way.
Where the wisdom of the ages, still lingers on,
And the legacy of the ancients, forever lives strong.
Where the ruins still stand, as a testament to time,
And the secrets of the past, are waiting to unwind.
Where the mysteries of old, are waiting to be found,
And the tales of ancient days, still resonate the ground.
So let us remember, the stories of old,
And the tales of the ancients, that never grow cold.
For they hold the key, to our history untold,
And their legacy, forever remains bold.




Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.