how many times muttered?
Piers, weirs, waterwheels and tears
a little more each time recovered,
A smile the flutters, these discoveries,
mesmerising beauty of images covered
in dust of time in chaos climes,
restored into modern pixels to utter
from shades of past, still bearing scars,
there is still much in many smiles
this path trod so zig zag in miles !
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