L o r r i e
Tuscany’s Eternal Embrace
Golden hills roll soft and wide,
where silent cypress trees align.
Fields of amber, far and free,
bathed in light so warm, divine.
The air is rich with thyme and sage,
with olive groves and vines so old.
Time walks slowly through the land,
in painted hues of green and gold.
Stone clad towns on distant peaks,
where stories rest in walls of grey.
Here life is simple, deep, and true,
a dream that never fades away.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My writings are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
Tuscany’s Eternal Embrace
Golden hills roll soft and wide,
where silent cypress trees align.
Fields of amber, far and free,
bathed in light so warm, divine.
The air is rich with thyme and sage,
with olive groves and vines so old.
Time walks slowly through the land,
in painted hues of green and gold.
Stone clad towns on distant peaks,
where stories rest in walls of grey.
Here life is simple, deep, and true,
a dream that never fades away.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My writings are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫