If Only It Could Speak

 

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If Only It Could Speak


Beneath the sun, slow steps endure,

A shell-bound sage, a soul so sure.

One hundred ninety years and two,

What secrets lurk in eyes so true?


Did it watch the world take flight,

Zeppelins soaring, wingtips white?

Did whispers reach its weathered ear

Of wars and wonders, hope and fear?


Did it hear the telegraph’s first chime,

Or sense the tick of measured time?

The hum of voices through the wire,

The crackling birth of broadcast fire?


A silent witness, still, serene,

Through ages bright and times unseen.

It saw men walk where none had been,

And flags unfurl on worlds pristine.


Empires rose and turned to dust,

Dreams were made, betrayed, and just.

The earth it knew, now scarred and strange,

Yet still, its path remains unchanged.


If only it could speak, confess—

The wisdom held, the world's duress.

What truths, what tales, what solemn cries,

Lie deep within its ancient eyes?

- Testudion

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