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The magic, deep blue of the Aegean Sea

Greece is the glorious, allure and beauty of the stunning sunset in Santorini.

It is the holly and imposing calmness of the monasteries of Mount Athos,

the striking white brilliance of the houses in the Cycladic isles,

the magic crystal, deep blue of the unique Aegean Sea,

the singular inimitability and grace of the windmills in Mykonos.

It is the endless, golden, beautiful sandy beaches of its clear azure Seas,

the matchless, splendid all white beach of  Myrtos on the island of Kefalonia, 

the unspoiled, loveliness of the off the beaten track, ageless, forgotten isles.

It is the myriads of windsurfers gracefully streaking past the coasts of Paros,

the timeless monasteries atop the imposing, grandiose rocks of Meteora, 

the crystal clear snow covering the peaks of glorious Mount Olympus.

It is the simplicity, the aesthetics and the ethereal harmony of the eternal Parthenon,

the pureness, clarity and elegance of the Caryatides found on the Acropolis,

the dazzling ancient golden jewelry found in the cities of Mycenae and Vergina.

It is the superb serenity and mystery of the medieval city of Mystras in Sparta,

the illustrious, enhancing, exquisite view from the ancient city of Delphi.

The gorgeousness of the Olive and Cypress trees covering the isle of Corfu,

the endless expanse of orange and lemon groves in the valley of Mycenae.

It is the magnificent pine covered landscape of Olympia, home of the Olympics.

Greece is an enchanting secret to be unraveled; its a land of magic, allure, mystery...


 
— dsaranti, Apr 24, 2008

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pinksheep

18 years 1 month ago

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way you write about your homeland is magical, you have passion-these two words together ethereal harmony ,this is very good unusual, if i may say that-Regards-You know i d'ont think i have understood Sonnet 18 still-