My own Gasconade of the Swiss Alphs
Marly’s gasconade about her chalet in Switzerland was not braggadocio
I sat for two hours keen to see it all, stunned by the dazzling clear water
Captivated by the lace topped Alps, the air was crisp and clean.
Her description of a delightful dazzling scene was not an embellishment.
Ravishing flowers beside the cool bench where I sat were vibrant
within the Alps I heard the crisp tweet of a songbird.
This was an innocent place, I was keen to see more.
This gasconade does not do this alluring scenery justice.
A ravishing, captivating, enchanting, marvelous wonderland
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