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European travel is cool for family, friends, and romantic partners - a vacation poem. |
| A soul of grace and beauty Is now conveniently emanating - Conceptually adorned And admired by the seascape. The undulating presence is proverbially Peaking - So enchanted in scope, Uniformly desired, As a covenant of clarity In an omnipotent and courtly world… The Mediterranean Sea sloppily Munching in the distance - The Southern point jutting outward. A center of canals and artistry Rising among the rosy shores A-glimmer, With wine and music tastefully Pouring from the ornamental facades. Churches and gardens hosting Resplendent guests and honored voices Of a historic and vocational peninsula. Time and again, the ageless drummer Rat-a-tats the devil’s anvil, Clanging off the cymbals And pressing the foot pedals - And the timeless singer Belts a melodious set of effortless chords. Benefiting the young and old ears Of a precipitous legion Of happy adults and children, And clapping and engaging cohorts Of this wondrous escape! Ecstasy from delight, Days of wonder, Angling down curvy, narrow boulevards, In residential zones Of primed and picture book elegance; Public and private tours Trumpeted by vintage cars and taxis. A waterway in the distance, Celebrated for its blue and white waves. Sailboats and ships navigating The buoyant, busy harbor, With the endearing edge Of the sea’s summery vantage point Hoisting sails, anchors, and nets In the ocean’s idyllic, Boisterous environs… |