A perfect cone,
a painter's dream,
a flawless symmetry,
rising from the fertile plains.
Smoke, a delicate plume,
a whisper of the earth's deep breath,
a constant reminder,
of the fire that sleeps within,
a beauty laced with danger.
Legends woven,
around its slopes,
of lovers' quarrels,
of kings' fiery tears,
a story etched in ash and stone.
The sun, a golden eye,
catches the peak's sharp edge,
casting long shadows,
across...
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