Admist the concrete halls

Admist the concrete halls

_by Waldt Steyn_


Admist the concrete halls it stands,

Where echoes of eras rise from sands,

It's walls adorned with stories in silent art,

Beats something foreign, my lady's heart.


Found within it's chambers are treasures that shine and gleam,

It's artifacts follow it's timeless theme,

Near it's symphony of colours, a true piece of art,

Stands something foreign, my lady's heart.


Where eye's reflect from glass planes that stand,

A girl, a masterpiece, in transient sands,

No fitted frame or marbel statue grace,

Hunched over is my lover's gracious face.

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