Barry N Williams (Dublin)
Magnificent temples now in ruin,
Broken columns still show their splendor,
Defaced decoration, Coptic solution,
Obelisks still standing with no surrender,
The valleys, hidden treasures unearth,
A legacy of the ancient’s birth.
Streets bustling with haggling traders,
Mother of pearl, Alabaster and Glass,
Calesh and Taxi tout for fares,
Smiling tourists with no cares,
Feluccas sailing, gliding by,
All this under azure sky.
The land of the Pharos,
Still magnificent in a different way,
The ancient, meeting modern day.
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