The wings of history

The magic in antiqueness or treasured worth

Is best understood when searched

Only eager eyes can behold

The magic that on the dusty boughs of the past had perched


The present sometimes makes us ponder

Over the futility of the past

But without the past,man is nothing

But a sail-boat without its mast


Every aspect of the present

Is a fragment of the buried history

Some of which are put on paper

While others still remain a mystery


The wings of history travel distant miles

While touching on subjects of all kinds

The wings of history are vast and strong

And its journeys-beautiful and long…..


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