(for A. Groza)
We clambered over auburn rocks,
avoiding trips and breaking falls
whilst contemplating silver veins
That may still lie beneath the hill
We traveled back e'er we'd gone far,
as cloaking night exhumed the light
and ne'er did we approach again
that ancient mine, whose oxide slopes
and sparsely vegetated hills
will, to this day, my thoughts entrap
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