Finding the past..

Taken from the boat, while sailing the Nile.. an excavation.
I kept thinking about those ruins. No Egyptian poet came to help me, so, as it was very near Aswan, (and near Sudan border), I chose some verses of a Sudanese poet.. Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi:

Let the maps explode. How can the land be lost
When the future belongs to the Nile?
The Nile knows of the disgrace of cities
That have vanished.
Knows of the old times
Yet never speaks.
It is the Nile…