Elvion

In Elvion, empty yet so grand,
A forbidden world at my command,
Its beauty, untouched, but lost in time,
Nostalgia fills my heart, a bittersweet chime.


Abbey ruins, columns of old,
Wild birds singing stories untold,
A golden age's trend, a poetic muse,
Inspiration blooms, as dreams diffuse.


Dragonflies dance on the beach's shore,
Abandoned boats, memories galore,
The waves' symphony, the ocean's scent,
A gentle sadness, a wanderlust intent.


Within the city, narrow streets embrace,
Coastal cliffs, a routine's trace,
A picturesque haven, a place to unwind,
With English tea, serenity we find.


Up the lighthouse steps, we climb with grace,
A majestic view, seagulls in chase,
Freedom whispers on the ocean breeze,
A sanctuary of peace, where the soul finds ease.


In Elvion, empty but so divine,
The forbidden world, a nostalgic shrine,
Its beauty, untouched, forever preserved,
In our hearts, its memory will be cherished.


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