I'm part of that little legend,
Great in the past, not now.
What is in the hearts, but where, in fact,
Almost no more of us.
I am part of the departed Atlantis,
One of those leaders of hers,
Who lived underwater?,
But who was left without the seas.
I see the signs of an ancient rune,
What is the memory of the mute,
When its we in a moment of fortune,
Blood filled with water.
Gone era, dissolved
Libraries and palaces
And only children she allowed
In the world to build bridges.
Since then the descendants of Atlantis
They can't find peace,
Too many other souls —
They are too drawn to be themselves.
I m part of that little legend
© Copyright: Римма Егоровна Белоусова, 2020
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