Dromana
Abundant gardens
Arthur is sitting to observe attentively.
Its houses are candles in a big village
Which the sea scribbled, beautified
And hung a heavy relic on its chest,
Dromana couldn't carry,
It divided it,
And shared with the neighbourhood.
The waves, which left their atelier
And hid a little wave
The atelier has forgotten to complete.
Dromana,
The on going magic
Which Victoria stood to meet.
It spun a green fabric
In its spinning wheel,
To warm him.
He saw it blurred..
He tumbled by it
And it fell in him..
It became a flower
And he became a butterfly..
Their secret I'll never reveal.
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