The isle of memories

Once more
my glance
is to the

Closer tho'
than to
the empire
of stone

The wandering island
which time and tide
made to wander east
until not long ago

The empire of sand
hold fast by grass
and by sighing firs
not long time there

Where the military
practice their
deadly trade
on the sandy cornfield

Where the birds fly
and from
each equinox

The isle of the river
as the ancient Romans
called it once
a long time ago

First five of us
now but four
visit the
isle of memories

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