The Beautiful Island of Livius

What seemed an unrealistic painting has disappeared; a sunset too beautiful to linger has gone to sleep. Sadness is felt internally, amazement externally. Use your imagination to reconstruct that blood-smeared sky; you may perceive it differently from mine. In each new season, it changes from azure to gray. Livius, a small island, was once owned by the menacing Cyclopes; whose greedy attitude the Sirens fiercely hated. Too sorry for them who couldn't sing a merry note. My determination to discover overrides a fright many cringed at; I look beyond and all voices have ceased. Something inversely imagined can become a real threat. The limpid sea with shades of light green and medium blue glitters, It's the same one that the Greeks beheld. They settled here and started another Hellenic civilization. The pungent smell of the lemons and oranges sweeten the salty breeze; they are a testimony of a people tending their fertile land. I am the observant of a scenery that others envy.