Dreaming of distant lands and ancient stories,
Nymphs and gods weaving through my mind,
Yearning for the beauty of a time long gone,
Harmony in every detail, nature and art intertwined,
Echoes of a past era resonate within me still.
Rhythmic verse flows from the heart to pen,
Ink meets paper and poetry is born anew.
I’ll sing of heroes and battles long ago,
A love letter to the classics that will never grow old.
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