#HarmonyRetreat
In Icterine glades of old Hispania's embrace,
Where zephyrs play a ballet in verdant grace,
A sanctuary of untold dreams does lie,
Vestiges of forgotten whispers under the sky.

Within this sylvan realm, where shadows dance,
A dappled wonderland, beguiling chance,
Arcana cradled amidst cork oak's might,
Arcadian haven, bathed in amber light.

Beneath the murmuring foliage's soft caress,
Lies a secret world, concealed, no less,
A trove of wonders, untamed, surreal,
In silvan depths where mysteries conceal.

Oscitant flora bloom in borrowed time,
Flamboyant petals uncoil in chime,
A symphony of hues to charm the heart,
Where efflorescence and magic impart.

Golden brevity, the ephemeral feast,
Enchanting in its brevity, it never ceased,
Celestial fauna whispers through the air,
A clandestine ballet, rare and fair.

Pellucid rivulets in labyrinthine course,
Tread the mirthful labyrinth without remorse,
With mellifluous cadence, they intertwine,
Their melodic serenade, a gift divine.

Marmoreal cliffs, adorned with mists,
Veil the whispers of a world unkissed,
Beyond the veil, the enigmatic horizon calls,
To those who seek a place within its thralls.

Oh, sanctum of the wistful souls,
Where solace hides, amid emerald knolls,
In hidden splendor, this verdant trove,
In nature's embrace, finds tranquility and love.

Let the world know not of this hidden lair,
Its beauty pure and tender, rare,
In Icterine glades of old Hispania's embrace,
Find solace, lost souls, find your grace.
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