Unfurling the mysteries of the land,
There exists a nostalgic fondness.
The travel diaries as I call 'em,
Penned, and should I express.
The tranquility that I enamor,
The tranquility that I enamor,
By diving into the abyss.
Into the opalescence of nature.
Into the opalescence of nature.
Sprinkled with joy and bliss.
The sunbeams, the zephyr,
The natural extravagance.
Psithurism...which is,
Psithurism...which is,
The euphony, I now delightfully sense.
The perks of transient charm,
Lasted forever, did I wish.
O thou, La La Land..
A jaunt I thus cherish.
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