The abandoned village

Across the water
new walls proudly
rise from the green

Intersected by
demure grey stone
walls running down
to the sea

Across the water
lives are lived
storms endured
suns enjoyed

Under the stern face
of the hill above
they go hither
and thither

Old walls
on the empty side
of the water
stand dreaming

Enduring the winds
rain and snow
of countless years
in solitude

None go there now
they left long ago
only remembered
by the old stone walls

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