Your eyes suggest you see some trees
but then you can’t be sure
if there is only what one sees
or more in magic lure.

The wind that whispers, murmurs, moans
speaks of mysterious days
when many a forefather groans
struck by the sword that slays.

And standing on the ancient ground
you seem to feel the presence
of historic man and sound
like ghosts in their full essence.

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