The beauty and power of words read, spoken or sang create within differently. Here is provided a thought in all three forms contextualizing the idea presented.
Love through generations
In Dublin's misty morning,
Where fiddles softly play,
We danced beneath the clover,
And watched the night give way.
In Cuba’s warm Habana,
Where conga beats are sweet,
We twirled by sea's surrender,
In rhythms oh so neat.
From hills of emerald green,
To shores so bright and blue,
We'll blend our hearts together,
In melodies so true.
Through Middle East enchantments,
Where oud strings hum in tune,
Our love will weave the nations,
Beneath a golden moon.
In Kentucky’s rolling valleys,
Where banjos echo bright,
Our laughter joins the chorus,
In the heat of summer nights.
From hills of emerald green,
To shores so bright and blue,
We'll blend our hearts together,
In melodies so true.
Charlotte poem:
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