A Glimpse from the Adrasan Shore
Standing at the edge of the Adrasan coast, where the sea meets ancient rock, an original poem that finds Gothic beauty in the Mediterranean's oldest silences.
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Sinuous strings Present, aureate gets it,
When those agleam rays humbly hit.
A curve, be it an arch, laid for sure,
Under a fertile field, without exposure
To what comes under.
Vision-lover, the gleam magnet,
Itself a treasure, to a thought pregnant.
Wheat field burst into sight, sole border.
Greeting the holy cliff, which is under.
Oh, those caves, that fresh airflow.
Land where lubricate wine.
Land where macarize mine.
A total sculpture, holy mountain,
Borne back from Present, in the action.
A land feigning Atlas, a land of marks,
Macarized with cries of Schatz.
Be followed by the elevation,
Pluralize, if lust a distinction.
They possess what it takes,
Trigger the blood, simply flows.
Five-sided pressure, enough it is not.