[Keisari]: 36.Poetry.Anci
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Strange circles and ancient chants,
Lay lines meet and the mystery lasts.
A hidden secret waiting to be found,
So many people but none of them proud.
History hidden in ancient stone,
A place of ritual without sacrificial bone.
The summer solstice not in view,
Only seen once a year by a select few.
Fallen markers make the Earth shake,
This magnificent structure that took so long to make.
So many secrets that pass with time,
The everlasting silence could be a sign.
This strange circle so captivating and tall,
Waiting and watching before making its call.