8 Way Junction
This obalisque and I,
Are sharing strange connections.
It has been adored and forgotten,
And time rolled on by.
Today I add a new decoration,
As the world in haste goes by.
An oddity to draw attention,
To a symbol long forgotten.
I hope to become a history,
For some open eyes to see.
Barely more, a century,
Has blown upon her stones.
Yet the movements of this city,
Have become a timeless scar.
And at the heart her pulse is strong,
Keeping in check, the way of man.
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