Mystery of the square stone As centuries drift on by And the stone is there alone With earth dust and the sky Flowers have grown awhile Giving their seeds of age For occasions and a style Each in their own laid stage
The playful circling rising On every occurrence’s tide In flow of their surprising When moments awhile abide A pondering of its mystery That no one really knows From strange times and free No memories ever shows
Though we are still looking Trying to resolve and find The past is on blocking Eyes of knowledge blind As seeds will come and grow To make this stone lost In tomorrows’ coming slow Where history has crossed
we have so many things like this in Greece that they are closed for a reason.. we know that the underground earth in Greece is conected with a way but who can open and take a walk inside these closed stones.....
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