Walls rise in elegant grace, Silent echoes of ancient art, Where every line and curve embrace, A dialogue of form…
In twilight’s gentle embrace, A glass of wine, a moment of grace, Ruby liquid, a tale untold, Stories of vineyards,…
In the silent whispers of ancient stone, Stories of old are carefully sewn. Each arch and pillar, a tale unfolds,…
In ancient lands where stories weave, A name resounds, a tale to cleave, Wika, the craft of ages old, In…