SECRETS OF THE NASCA PLAINS

Strange were the hands that made them

in the brooding sun-gold realm:

secrets of an ancient time

so silent still in slumber

on the dry and windless plains,

age-old forgotten symbols

by life and ghosts abandoned.

Are there watchers in the skies?

Do they see us wake from dreams

and mark with hope the wonder

that we might now remember

time-travelers of the past?

“Wait,” they somehow seem to say.

“Wait. We will come back some day.”

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