This place is just so lovely.
The air smells sweet.
The birds are talking.
The colors spill over the buildings and streets.
Every sight a painting.
Sailing on the sea.
Walking through the streets.
Bakery carts.
Warm and soft.
Wandering aimlessly through that forest.
And back again in time for tea.
And biscuits and tarts.
The breeze from my balcony.
To my soft bed.
Billowing large white curtains.
But I don't like eating alone.
And when I was sitting on that log;
Looking around.
Looking up.
I wished you were there.
Sitting next to me.
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