She
She lies high on a mountaintop
She is surrounded by an abundance of lovely olive trees
Sometimes I hear her calling my name
In a faint whisper
The whisper sounds almost musical
She has mountains with lovely peaks
She has seas with golden sands and white pepples
She is rich in foods and culture
Her cuisine is Amore
Her songs are romantico
Mother Nature has blessed her with beauty and brilliance
Michelangelo Dante Aligieri Leonardo Da Vinci ..
Have enlightened the masses
The masses as such
They have literally changed ones reality
She was smiling proudly in rejoice
Who is she?
Who is this beauty?
My homeland
My BELLA ITALIA
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