Looking up into temples of stone:
Empresses seem seated on high thrones
Of red rock soaring upwards;
Arches blink tiny windows of contrasting color
As eyes blindly stare
Down walls of petrified faces.
The monuments glow in the days embers,
Clouds gather to sear the blues,
The fire of the day is arrested,
Permeating dusk
Into the still shimmering sky.
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