Sierra Nevada

When I see the sight of snow
Memories of Granada flow
The Sierra Nevada mountain range
With every second colours change

Pure fairyland, magical, calling to you
You would love to stay, but you have to pass through
Castles in Spain with magnificent hue
Really exist right in front of you

Such scenes of beauty delight the eye
What magical thoughts they do imply
To be held in a timelock is your only wish
To savour this moment in immortal bliss

Brenda S. Warhurst

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