In an abandoned cement factory on the coast here. Formidable ruins. Shelley... Two vast and trunkless legs of stone... hard not to be impressed by the scale of the decay.
Gosh that brough back memories! I learnt that poem when I was 16! ... Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Sort of fits the cement factory too/ Thanks, Jac, for the trip down memory lane.
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... Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Sort of fits the cement factory too/ Thanks, Jac, for the trip down memory lane.
And at the end, what looks like a little temple, standing admidst the gray, the gravel and the shards.
Beauty lurks everywhere.